If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms
Turnin’ every good thing to rust.
I guess we’ll just have to adjust.
Category: Music
Come culture reject expect respect
You protect what is good
Yeah, we know what is good.
Yeah, we know what is good.
He said, “I’m fabulously rich, come on just let’s go”
She kind of bit her lip, “Jeez, I don’t know”