When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighbourhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole [bad word] street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighbourhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
The kids aren't alright

Jamie had a chance, well she really did 
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids 
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job 
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

 [bad word] suicide
Brandon od'd and died
What the [bad word] is going on
The [bad word] [bad word]  reality

The Kids Aren't All Right

When we were young, the future was so bright,
The old neighborhood was so alive,
And every kid on the whole [bad word] street,
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now, the neighborhood's cracked and torn,
The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn,
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives

Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still, it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

Jamie had a chance, well, she really did,
Instead, she dropped out and had a couple of kids,
Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job,
He just plays guitar and smokes a lotta pot

 [bad word] suicide,
Brandon OD'd and died,
What the [bad word] is going on
The [bad word] dream, reality

Chances thrown, nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still, it's hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams