We're the children of the 80's, haven't we grown

We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone

And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden



We like the music of the 60's

We think that era must have been nifty

Flower children, Woodstock and the War

Dirty scandals, cover-ups and more

Oh, but it's getting harder to deceive us

We don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus

Jimi Hendrix is playing o

We know Janis Joplin was the rose

And we also know that that's the way it goes

With all the stuff that she put in her arm

Don't be alarmed



We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grown

We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone

And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden



Some of us are the sisters and the brothers

Who prefer the nighttime for our cover

A leather jacket and a single golden earring

Hang out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearing

Put tattoos all up and down our thighs

Do anything our parents would despise

Take uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellows

Our brains are turning to Jello

We think that life is overrated

Loneliness was underestimated

We are looking forward to the days

When we live inside of a purple haze

Where the salvation of the soul is rock and roll



We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grown

We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone

And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden



Some of us may offer a surprise

Recently have you looked in our eyes

Maybe we're your conscience in disguise

We're well informed and we are wise

Please stop telling us lies

We know Afghanistanc1