Texty: The Mavericks. Children.

A child who is raised by an unworthy hand
Has less of a chance of being a man
Who will try to remember and then understand
Why a mother would cry while a husband lay dead
Shot down by a gun of a runaway train
Called life in the fast lane it all ends the same
Well the same children's lives they will always regret
Are the children who never forget

A man ends up tired and walking alone
On a street corner singing for a penny a song
What he cannot remember was never his own
That's the answer he gives when he speaks of his home
Well the streets are my life I don't know anymore
Where the children's are junkies and the ladies are whores
Well the same children's lives they will always regret
Are the children who never forget

Goodnight, goodnight sweet child
Why don't you dream with the angels to forget for awhile
To forget of the life that's been handed to you
Where every thing's real yet nothing is true
Well perhaps you can change what the cards always read
For the children who never forget

For a time they were counting you out of this race
You stood up like a champion that had fallen like grace
Never showing the anguish that had covered your face
You were raped and forgotten left to die in disgrace
Shot down by a gun of a runaway train
Called life in the fast lane it all ends the same
Well the same children's lives they will always regret
Are the children who never forget

Goodnight, goodnight sweet child
Why don't you dream with the angels to forget for awhile
To forget of the life that's been handed to you
Where every thing's real yet nothing is true
Well perhaps you can change what the cards always read
For the children who never forget

Goodnight, goodnight sweet child
Why don't you dream with the angels to forget for awhile
To forget of the life that's been handed to you
Where every thing's real yet nothing is true

Goodnight, goodnight sweet child
Why don't you dream with the angels to forget for awhile
To forget of the life that's been handed to you
Where every thing's real yet nothing is true