Some of us are Rock n' Roll stars Chasing the flash and travel Most of us wear the right length of hair But that's all that is left of the dream Oh, the dream it was born in the summer of love And it died with the Woodstock Nation But what has it left for the carpenter's son And the new coming generation? Oh, we all believed we knew the way But fate did not agree Now we've tired of asking who we are And what we ought to be
Children of the night howling at the gate Here to claim forgotten dreams Too late, too late Orphans of the darkness Waiting to belong Been list'ning to the same old story Too long to care, too long
Barely thirteen…hard and they're mean… Hunting in packs…like jackals… They prey on the meek, the old and the weak Like a scourge on the face of the earth All around our town They're fighting with guns And building their homemade bazookas And ten year old Jimmy got arrested in school They found a tank in his locker Oh, we all believed we held the key To peaceful harmony But the times have changed the way we feel And we fear our destiny
Sure must be fun to watch a president run Just ask the man who owns one Why, up on the hill, they're killing the bill That would pay for his capitol crime But cardinal sin- he blessed him and said "I know that you're rotten down to the core But nobody else can do it so well That's why I'm behind you for three years more" Oh, they all believed they'd found the one Who'd lead them to the light But the tides will turn against the fool Who'd believe that wrong it right