paroles de chanson Future Generations - Cícero

Runaway children, nowhere to go
A very black future, how are they to know?
Their father abused them, their mother's dead
They're on the streets, now on drugs instead

The angry singers waiting for their lift
Prostitution is their only gift
All friends them like a piece of dirt
With their fishnet stockings and their mini skirts

She spent her life just begging
Wandering streets she cannot roam
Never faced her evil father
Can't you see she can't go home?
Men found her in the streets at night
Sacred children never see the light
Motherless baby, doctor says it's died
It's positive, she broke down and cried

Runaway children, nowhere to go
They've got no future, how are they to know?
People ignore them like a piece of dirt
With her fishnet stockings and her mini skirt

She spent her life just begging
Wandering streets she cannot roam
Never faced her evil father
Can't you see she can't go home?
Men found her in the streets at night
Sacred children never see the light
Motherless baby, doctor says it's died
It's positive, she broke down and cried