Out on the corner, we ride tills it’s evening

Our eyelids are sore, but we fight for the weekend

Waiting for someone, wondering will [bad word] home

We walk through the hills and we knock on the doors

We like to dance, spill sweat from our pores

Dancing in sunlight, thinking you [bad word] home

Because what we got, is where you are

And where you are is just too far

Woo a oh we like to rock and roll, we like to take it slow

We are the children

Don’t let go and touch yourself down low, we eat the escargot

We are the children

Out in the suburbs, we play on the pavement

Till Friday [bad word] our souls are worth saving

Taping our favorite songs off the radio

Because what we got, is where you are

And where you are is just too far

Woo a oh we like to rock and roll, we like to take it slow

We are the children

Don’t let go and touch yourself down low, we eat the escargot

We are the children

We search through all of this contraband

We search through all of this contraband

And when the moons rise’ in the west and the sun sets We do all we can

Momma, she’s calling, she wants you for dinner

You best be off home now, the night growing thinner

Playtime is over and where are you Nova?

She’s calling, she’s calling, and she’s calling out She’s saying

Wooahoo…….We are the children

Wooahoo…….We are the children

Woo a oh we like to rock and roll, we like to take it slow

We are the children

Don’t let go and touch yourself down low, we eat the escargot

We are the children

Wooahoo…….We are the children

Wooahoo…….We are the children

Wooahoo we like to rock and roll