Joan Baez Children of the 80's Letras:
We're the children of the
eighties haven't we grown

We're tender as a Lotus and we're
tougher than a stone.
And the age of our innocence is
somewhere in the garden.

We like the music of the sixties

It's The Rolling Stones
The Beatles and The Doors.
Flower children
Woodstock and the war.
Ah
but it's getting harder to deceive us.
And we don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus
Jimmy Hendrix is playing on.
We know Janis Joplin was the Rose
ah
but all the stuff she put in her arm.
We are not alone.
We're the children of the
eighties haven't we grown
. . .

Some of us are the sisters and the brothers

We take a leatherjacket and a
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single golden earring.
Hang out at Discos
Rock shows
lose our hearing

Take uppers
downers
blues and reds and yellows.
Our brains are turning to jello
We are looking forward to the
days when we live inside of a
purple haze.
And the salvation of the
soul is Rock and Roll

We are the children of the
eighties haven't we grown
. . .

Recently have you looked in our eyes

Maybe with your conscience in disguise.
We're well informed and we are wise
please stop telling us lies.
We know Afganistan's invaded
and we know El Salvador's
dictated

Ah
but our lives have just begun
we are the warriers of the sun.
We're the golden boys and the golden girls
For a better world.
We are the children of the
eighties haven't we grown
. . .
Letras: Children of the 80's Joan Baez [final]