Из альбома: Peeping Tom
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 ones are growing
We're the kids in america
We're the kids in america
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don't check on yout 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
We're the kids in america
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
New York to East California
There's a new wave coming I warn you
We're the kids in america
We're the kids in america
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
Come closer, honey that's better
Got to get a brand new experience feeling right
Oh don't try to stop baby - hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside suburbia's sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go baby
New York to East California
There's a new wave coming I warn you
We're the kids in america
We're the kids in america
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
We're the kids in america
We're the kids in america
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
We're the kids, we're the kids, we're the kids in America
We're the kids, we're the kids, we're the kids in America
We're the kids, we're the kids, we're the kids in America