Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes
Tell me the wars you're fighting Behind the smile you're hiding All the things I know you want to say We tried our best to find us But there are no lights
A) children of light (anderson/vangelis/squire) Distant as the distant thunder Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder Equal rights for equal people
kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind of monster This monster lives We the people Are we the people? Some kind of monster Some kind of monster Some kind
(Child child, child, the child) Father of the man (Father of the man, father of the man) (Child child, child, the child) Father of the man (Father of
Keeping She keeps them in A Jar, But Not Too far from her hear. They head the Good Kind Of Love, Good Kind Of Love, They had the right kinda thing, right kinda
Mason died on Monday We bricked him in the wall All his children grew and grew They ain't never grew so tall before They may never grow so tall again
Oh yeah I'm a child of the funky time Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes And in the process of me breaking free I have inherited a painful legacy
and me We've got a groovy kind of love We've got a groovy kind of love We've got a groovy kind of love Ohh, ohh, ohh Hmm, mmm, mmm We've got a groovy kind
Kindness in your eyes I guess you heard me cry You smiled at me Like, Jesus to a child I'm blessed, I know Heaven sent, heaven stole You smiled at me
No I would not give you false hope On this strange and mournful day But the mother and child reunion Is only a motion away Oh, little darling of mine
I'm accustomed to a smooth ride Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost it's bite I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more I don't expect to sleep through
You're kind, you're so kind You rescued me when I was blind And you put me on your pillow When I was on the wall You're kind, so kind, so kind And you
It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it's too bad It's too bad, it
All of my life I've tried so hard Doing my best with what I had Nothing much happened all the same Something about me stood apart A whisper of hope that
Mother Mary come to me For I am a wicked child I've sinned and I am so confused And I am a wicked child I am a wicked child I am the Devil's son And
my kind of rain She's my kind of rain Like love from a drunken sky Confetti falling down all night She's my kind of rain She's my kind of rain Ohh,
Way up on that mountain children Reachin' up there for ya children Need ya back down here my children To plant your pretty flowers children Hey, hey,