The Kids Grow Up

Sleep alone, cross-eyed
One to the other
Moonlight trace out paper curtains
I see ghosts handing me blank checks
with my name on them

I've got a nice business going
My friends don't like what I'm doing
I traded my life for recognition
I bottled and sold it
I made a nice profit

Where the days don't meet
Where the trees don't live
It's covered in plastic wrap
I bottled and sold it
I made a nice profit

(It's a crying shame
you know the kids always grow up)

They've got presidents
They've got actresses
They've got magicians
They've got beauticians
They've got scientists
They've got schoolteachers
There ain't nothing that they haven't stolen

I wore a mask once in a while
I wore a patch that said "I don't remember how to smile"
My teeth are on a plate next to rotting flesh
I perfumed and purified it
I made a nice profit

1-900-number
I swear it's my last phone call
Save me some of your revolutionary capital
Don't you know you only get one chance to be a star?
My face is on their dollar
I'm dead just like the others

(It's a crying shame
you know the kids always grow up)

The kids the kids the kids the kids
The kids the kids the kids the kids
The kids the kids the kids the kids
The kids always grow up


Lyrics submitted by xArienette

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