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Some of them come now Some of them running Some of them looking for fun Some of them looking for a way out of confusion Some of them don't know what to be Some of them don't know where to go Some of them trust their instincts that something's missing from the show Some don't fit society, Insides are crying low Some of them teachers squash the flame before it had a chance to grow Some of them embers do glow Them charcoal, hushed and low Some of them come with the hunger suppressed, not fed Them feel a death blow
Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth You´ve got the freedom to choose Better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You gotta make the right move
"youth is the engine of the world" x2
Storm the halls of vanity Focus your energy Into a laser beam Streaming shattered light Unites to pierce Between the seams And it seems In a world open Peering, the children see Rapid fire for your mind The "truth" is just a lie They rub me the wrong way Then say their way or fall behind Seven subjects disconnect Left out the concept as to Why there's a spiritual emptiness So them youth can get vexed Skip class and get wrecked Filled with beer and cigarettes And take home and make checks.
Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth You´ve got the freedom to choose You better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You better make the right move
You´ve got the freedom to choose Better make the right move You´ve got the freedom to choose
Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth You´ve got the freedom to choose Better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You better make the right move
"youth is the engine of the world"
Letra de Youth
Some of them come now Some of them running Some of them looking for fun Some of them looking for a way out of confusion Some of them don't know what to be Some of them don't know where to go Some of them trust their instincts that something's missing from the show Some don't fit society, Insides are crying low Some of them teachers squash the flame before it had a chance to grow Some of them embers do glow Them charcoal, hushed and low Some of them come with the hunger suppressed, not fed Them feel a death blow
Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth You´ve got the freedom to choose Better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You gotta make the right move
"youth is the engine of the world" x2
Storm the halls of vanity Focus your energy Into a laser beam Streaming shattered light Unites to pierce Between the seams And it seems In a world open Peering, the children see Rapid fire for your mind The "truth" is just a lie They rub me the wrong way Then say their way or fall behind Seven subjects disconnect Left out the concept as to Why there's a spiritual emptiness So them youth can get vexed Skip class and get wrecked Filled with beer and cigarettes And take home and make checks.
Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth You´ve got the freedom to choose You better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You better make the right move
You´ve got the freedom to choose Better make the right move You´ve got the freedom to choose
Young man, control in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand Take a stand Fan a fire for the flame of the youth You´ve got the freedom to choose Better make the right move Young man, the power's in your hand Slam your fist on the table and make your demand You better make the right move