Sam Roberts
"Them Kids"

No fears more alone
Then their just another dyin’ freak
You never feel at home
When you’re just another mouth to feed
I want live into your logical time
Because I’m
Still in my biological prime

Nobody listens to what they can hear
Nobody listens when we disappear

Flip your man a chord
And play a sounds on his guitar
Yeah on the street corner
Feeling like a patron of the arts
And now the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll

Nobody listens to what they can hear
Nobody listens when we disappear

I just don’t understand
Why the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll

They’re always on the phone
And they always gotta have control
And now the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll

The golden years are under attack
Taking it back, taking it back
The golden years are under attack
Taking it back, taking it back
Before these original voice
Let the beat in the path leads inner choice
The melody that you thought you found
These achievements sleeping around

We were apostles
They were the high priests
We live the hustle
The keepers of the back beat

We’re under pressure to reconcile
Our point of view with contemporary style

It used to be that kids were the ones that knew how to get off
It was a year for the swave,
now it’s only coming out as a cough
I can’t sell my song
So I’m gonna have to give em’ away
I can’t sell myself
Since my hands starting turning to grey

Nobody listens to what they can hear
Nobody listens when we disappear

I just don’t understand
Why the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll
I said the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll
The high priests are calling
all deciples back in the fold
because the kids don’t know how to dance to rockin’ roll