The kids aren't alright
when we were young and the future
was so bright
the old neighborhood was so alive
and every kid on the whola damn 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
chance thrown
nothing's free
longing for what used to be
still it's hard hard to see
fragile live, shattered dreams
jamie had a chanca, weel 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
jay committed
brandon od'd and died
what the hell is going on
the cruellest dream, reality