The Kids Aren't Alright

When we're young, the future was so bright

Our neighborhood is so alive

Never care, turn the whole damn street

Gonna make it better, not be beat

Now the neighborhood is crooked and torn

Kids are throwing up, but now I'm warm

And we're one little street

Swapping so many lives

Just a star

Nothing's free

Nothing's fun

Used to be

Steel is hard, hard to see

Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Yeah!

Jimmy had a chance, but he really didn't

Instead he threw a tantrum to a couple of kids

He grabbed the seeds alive and started to have no job

Smashing guitars on a lot of pots

Joe committed suicide

Fred O'Day doesn't die

What the hell is going on?

On the cruelest dimmed reality

Just a star, nothing's free

Nothing far, used to be

Still it's hard, hard to see

Fragile love, shattered dreams

Go!

Just a star, nothing's free

Long and far, used to be

Still it's hard, hard to see

Fragile love, shattered dreams