Children Of The 80's lyrics
by Joan Baez



We're the children of the eighties haven't we grownWe'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 sixtiesIt's The Rolling StonesThe Beatles and The Doors.Flower childrenWoodstock and the war.Ahbut it's getting harder to deceive us.And we don't care if Dylan's gone to JesusJimmy Hendrix is playing on.We know Janis Joplin was the Roseahbut 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 brothersWe take a leatherjacket and a single golden earring.Hang out at DiscosRock showslose our hearingTake uppersdownersblues and reds and yellows.Our brains are turning to jelloWe are looking forward to the days when we live inside of a purple haze.And the salvation of the soul is Rock and RollWe are the children of the eighties haven't we grown. . .Recently have you looked in our eyesMaybe with your conscience in disguise.We're well informed and we are wiseplease stop telling us lies.We know Afganistan's invaded and we know El Salvador's dictatedAhbut our lives have just begunwe are the warriers of the sun.We're the golden boys and the golden girlsFor a better world.We are the children of the eighties haven't we grown. . .