a song

They say the kids are out of control. They say we're drifting away. They scream,

"Who put you in charge of the world?" Uh. "It's not our fault that you made it

this way, way." Yeah. They're putting rules on our future

babies, saying, "You can have your kid your way." Coming to our concerts

with torches and pitchforks. Well, why'd you let us have this in the

first place? Said we're losing jobs that we worked so hard with the blood and the sweat

and tears. But I'd rather work smart than be dead tired. Guess I'm just a

bit ahead of my years. They say the kids are out of control. They say we're drifting