Текст песни (For the) Children of the Eighties - Joan Baez
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
It's
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
gone
to
Jesus
Jimmy
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.
We're
the
children
of
the
eighties
haven't
we
grown
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
We
are
the
children
of
the
eighties
haven't
we
grown
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
Afganistan's
invaded
and
we
know
El
Salvador's
dictated
Ah
But
our
lives
have
just
begun
We
are
the
warriers
of
the
sun.
We're
the
golden
boys
and
the
golden
girls
For
a
better
world.
We
are
the
children
of
the
eighties
haven't
we
grown
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