(For the) Children of the Eighties
Joan Baez

 We're the children of the 80's, haven't we grown 
 We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone 
 And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden 

 We like the music of the 60's 
 We think that era must have been nifty 
 Flower children, Woodstock and the War 
 Dirty scandals, cover-ups and more 
 Oh, but it's getting harder to deceive us 
 We don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus 
 Jimi Hendrix is playing on 
 We know Janis Joplin was the rose 
 And we also know that that's the way it goes 
 With all the stuff that she put in her arm 
 Don't be alarmed 

 We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grown 
 We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone 
 And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden 

 Some of us are the sisters and the brothers 
 Who prefer the nighttime for our cover 
 A leather jacket and a single golden earring 
 Hang out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearing 
 Put tattoos all up and down our thighs 
 Do anything our parents would despise 
 Take uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellows 
 Our brains are turning to Jello 
 We think that life is overrated 
 Loneliness was underestimated 
 We are looking forward to the days 
 When we live inside of a purple haze 
 Where the salvation of the soul is rock and roll 

 We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grown 
 We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone 
 And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden 

 Some of us may offer a surprise 
 Recently have you looked in our eyes 
 Maybe we're your conscience in disguise 
 We're well informed and we are wise 
 Please stop telling us lies 
 We know Afghanistan's invaded 
 We know Bolivia's dictated 
 We know America's inflated 
 And although we do not move in masses 
 We have lit our candles from your ashes 
 We are the warriors of the sun 
 The golden boys and the golden girls 
 For a better world 

 We are the children of the 80's, haven't we grown 
 We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone 
 And the age of our innocence is somewhere, somewhere in the garden 
 
 © Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP) 

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