Текст песни Tell the Children - Sham 69

Junior gangsters, playground jesters
In the heat of the night
Make-up Monroe's, caged in heroes
In the heat of the night, in the cold daylight

We gotta tell the children
We gotta let 'em know
If we don't tell the children
There'll be no tomorrow

Classroom cabbages, socialite savages
In the heat of the night
Government numbers, Bow Street runners
In the heat of the night, in the cold daylight

Oh, we gotta tell the children
We gotta let 'em know
If we don't tell the children
There'll be no tomorrow
We gotta tell the children
We gotta let 'em know
If we don't tell the children
There'll be no tomorrow, oh

Attention, all children standing in the red light
Must report to the curfew zone now

Backstabbing angels, criminal disciples
In the heat of the night
You're all as good as gold, and they'd all better be told
In the heat of the night, in the cold daylight

We gotta tell the children
We gotta let 'em know
If we don't tell the children
There'll be no tomorrow
We gotta tell the children
We gotta let 'em know
If we don't tell the children
There'll be no tomorrow
We gotta tell the children
We gotta let 'em know
If we don't tell the children
There'll be no tomorrow
What's it gonna...

We gotta tell the children