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Well Ive never seen us act like this,
Our only hope is in the minds of kids.
And they'll show us a thing or two.

Our only weapons are the guns of youth
And better before they tighten the noose.
Cause then the hunt will be on for you.

Kids are the crutch that kills the pain.
The red flag waving will never mean the same.
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When the live in the sins of yesterday

Like the smallest bee that packs a sting
Like a pawn checkmates a king.
We'll attack at the crack of dawn.

Doesnt matter if theres a wall
Dont be afraid to slip and fall
Speak for yourself or they'll speak for you.

The red flag waving will never mean the same
The red flag waving will never mean the same

Kids are the crutch that kills the pain.
The red flag waving will never mean the same.
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When the live in the sins of yesterday

Light the fire, dirty water
Like the true dream, like the lion
Like the riot, dont need order
Like a madman needs a martyr.
We dont need them, we dont need them
We dont need them, we dont need them...

Kids are the crutch that kills the pain.
The red flag waving will never mean the same.
The kids of tomorrow don't need today
When the live in the sins of yesterday