[For the] Children of the Eighties [live version] lyrics

We're the children of the eighties haven't we grown

We're tender as a Lotus and we're tougher than a stone.

And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden.

We like the music of the sixties

The Rolling Stones, The Beatles and The Doors.

Flower children, Woodstock and the war.

Ah but it's getting harder to deceive us.

And we don't care if Dylan's back from Jesus

Jimi Hendrix is playing on.

We know Janis Joplin was the Rose

ah but all the stuff she put in her arm.

We are not alone.

Some of us are the sisters and the brothers

We take a leatherjacket and a single golden earring.

Hang out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearing

Take uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellows.

Our brains are turning to Jello

We are looking forward to the days

When we live inside of a purple haze.

And the salvation of the soul is rock and roll

Recently have you looked in our eyes

Maybe with your conscience in disguise.

We're well informed and we are wise

Please stop telling us lies.

We know Afghanistan's invaded

And we know El Salvador's dictated

Ah but our lives have just begun

we are the warriors of the sun.

We're the golden boys and the golden girls

For a better world.