Children Songtext
von America

The boy cried out
Gaily on the ground
At the joy
Of something he had found

Aw, come on, children, get your heads back together
Aw, come on, children, get your heads back together
Aw, come on, children, get your heads back together


The days are getting warmer now
The nights are getting shorter now
And you know we can make it ′cause you know we're alive
But we don′t have to take it, anyway we'll survive

If I were you
I'd throw it far away
But if you were me
You′d tell me I should stay

Aw, come on, children, get your heads back together
Aw, come on, children, get your heads back together
Aw, come on, children, get your heads back together again, again


Again (and again, and) again
Again (and again, and) again (and again, and)
Again, again
Again