Children of the New Brigade

I remember when we were so small
When we learned how to make our call.
And our mother in so much pain;
It's a miracle that she's still sane.
I can see it for myself how we did it,
There's no need to dig in it now.
We don't need to get it together,
Keep that goes the way!
Keep that goes the way!
We were the children of the new brigade;
Quite tough and slightly insane.
One with glasses the other one was bold,
At least that was what we were told.
Don't need to mingle with the cool ones at all,
We just know how to make our call.
And if we were left alone,
We let it pass and follow way back home.
Worn out clothes in all kinds of weather,
Did not care if the other kids laughed.
We don't need to get it together,
Keep that goes the way!
Keep that goes the way!
Worn out clothes in all kinds of weather,
Did not care if the other kids laughed.
We don't need to get it together,
Keep that goes the way!
Keep that goes the way!
Worn out clothes in all kinds of weather,
Did not care if the other kids laughed.
We don't need to get it together,
Keep that goes the way!
Keep that goes the way!