I'm no kid in a kid's game Did what I did, I got no one to blame But I don't give up, no, I don't ever give up It's all I got, it's my claim to fame
Homeless child What is left For the homeless child There is no night And there is no day It is all One shade of gray Some will pass And some will stay
And he don't come home for half the week You know, it's more than just an aggravation And the cradle will rock Yes, the cradle, cradle will rock And
Children will glisten Temper with what is true And children will turn If just to be free Careful before you say "Listen to me" Children will listen Children will listen Children, children will
you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next Will be next, will be next, will be next, will
true? What do you do? Careful the things you say Children will listen Careful the things you do Children will see and learn Children may not obey, but children will listen Children will
wonder And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next And if you tolerate this Then your children will be next Will be next, will be next, will
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go We'll catch a fox and
Bright all the eyes of the family on the other side from an only child for the first fourteen years of life All the pictures they were never seen and
Sigh your children Who have we? All our lives & countless years When your world A glass heart aches Wraps us unheard, unscathed Will we, your children
Eden was perfection a beautiful dream There was no pretending everything was as it seemed But she took the lust for life delivered it to man Caving into
sister will do when your mother's dead Some people say your sister will do when your mother's dead Some people say your sister will do Soon as she marries
What Child is this who laid to rest On Mary's lap, is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping This, this is
[CHILD STAR] Is there a photo of me on your wall in short short-shorts Or zipped down jeans? Do you look up at night and wish you were me, under the stage
Eden was perfection A beautiful dream There was no pretending Everything was as it seemed But she took the lust for life Delivered it to man Caving into
(musica: / testo: ) C'e qualcuno che sfioro l'arpa di Birmania per incantare i naufraghi. Non so piu chi racconto di un tesoro indiano perduto
C'est pas toujours rigolo, pas toujours dimanche a velo. C'est pas toujours 28 juin, fin des cours et vive la planche a voile pres des cigales. Y'a des
