The Offspring – The Kids Aren’t Alright: Lyrics and Music Video
The Kids Aren’t Alright Lyrics
When we were young the future was so bright (whoa)
The old neighborhood was so alive (whoa)
And every kid on the whole damn street (whoa)
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now the neighborhood’s cracked and torn (whoa)
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn (whoa)
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives?
Chances thrown, nothing’s free
Longing for what used to be
Still it’s hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
(go!)
Jamie had a chance, well she really did (whoa)
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids (whoa)
Mark still lives at home ’cause he’s got no job (whoa)
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide (whoa)
Brandon od’d and died (whoa)
What the hell is going on?
The cruelest dream, reality
Chances thrown, nothing’s free
Longing for what used to be
Still it’s hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
(go!)
Chances thrown, nothing’s free
Longing for what used to be
Still it’s hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
More songs by The Offspring
The Offspring
Why Don’t You Get A Job?
My friend’s got a girlfriend Man, he hates that bitch He tells me every day He says, “man, i really gotta lose my chick In the worst kind of way.” She sits on her ass He works his hands to the bone…
The Offspring
Pretty Fly (for A White Guy)
Gunter glieben glauten globen Give it to me, baby! Uh huh, uh huh! Give it to me, baby! Uh huh, uh huh! Give it to me, baby! Uh huh, uh huh! And all the girlies say, i’m pretty fly for a white guy…
Bruce Springsteen
High Hopes
Monday morning runs to sunday night Screaming slow me down before the new year dies Well it won’t take much to kill a loving smile And every mother with a baby crying in her arms, singing Give me…
Silverchair
Ana’s song
Ana’s song Please die Ana For as long as you’re here we’re not You make the sound of Laughter and sharpened nails seem softer And I need you now somehow And I need you now somehow Open fire on the…
Bob Dylan
I Was Young When I Left Home
I was young when i left home An’ i been out a-ramblin’ round An’ i never wrote a letter to my home To my home, lord, to my home An’ i never wrote a letter to my home It was just the other day I was…
Boyzone
Love Me For A Reason
Girl when you hold me How you control me You bend and you fold me Any way you please It must be easy for you To love the things that you do But just a pastime for you I could never be And i never…