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The Kids Don't Understand
- Well they flash those half-knowing smiles
- As they pass, heroic profiles
- Like they're in some book by ayn rand
- Always working, always tanned
- So satisfied but the kids don't understand
- You kiss her she don't even love you
- It's a blur she's getting on top of you
- Sometimes you see stuff nobody planned
- Stick your head back in the sand
- Oh don't worry 'cause the kids don't understand
- Stuck your hands in the wet cement
- In the soft spot of my skull
- Well it stings, I'd lick your wounds if I could
- There's no such thing as a normal childhood
- Give them paper, scissors and crayons
- Give all those concerned a big hand
- Maybe they deserve it but the kids don't understand
- Stuck your hands in the wet cement
- In the soft spot of my skull
- We're not dumb even if you spell it
- We catch on, you don't have to yell it
- I see her flinch when you raise your hand
- There's not too much that the kids don't understand
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