The Kids Aren't Alright

When we were young, the future was so bright, whoa

The old neighborhood was so alive, whoa

And every kid on the whole damn street, whoa

Was gonna make it big and not be beat



Now, the neighborhood's cracked and torn, whoa

The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn, whoa

How can one little street

Swallow so many lives



Chances thrown, nothing's free

Longing for what used to be

Still, it's hard, hard to see

Fragile lives, shattered dreams



Jamie had a chance, well, she really did, whoa

Instead, she dropped out and had a couple of kids, whoa

Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job, whoa

He just plays guitar and smokes a lotta pot



Jay committed suicide, whoa

Brandon OD'd and died, whoa

What the Hell is going on

The cruelest dream, reality



Chances thrown, nothing's free

Longing for what used to be

Still, it's hard, hard to see

Fragile lives, shattered dreams



Go!



Chances thrown, nothing's free

Longing for what used to be

Still, it's hard, hard to see

Fragile lives, shattered dreams


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