Kids In América (TXF)

Looking out a dirty old window 

Down below the cars in the city go rushing by

I sit here alone

And I wonder why.

Friday night and everyone's moving 

I can fell the heat 

But it's shooting 

Heading down.

I search for the beat in this dirty town.

Down town the young ones are going

Down town the young one are growing

We're the kids in America, o-oh

We're the kids in America, o-oh

Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights the music gets faster

Look girl, don't check on your watch

Not another glance

I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance.

Hot-shot, give me no problems

Much later baby you'll be saying never mind

You know life is cruel, life is never kind

Kind hearts don't make a new story

Kind hearts don't grab any glory

We're the kids in America, o-oh

We're the kids in America, o-oh

Everybody live for the music-go-round

Nanananana sing nanananana sing nanananana sing nanananana

We're the kids, we're the kids

We're the kids in America

oooou!

We're the kids, we're the kids

(oooou yeah)

We're the kids in America.

We're the kids in America, o-oh

We're the kids in America, o-oh

Everybody live for the music-go-round