Texty: Yeasayer. Odd Blood. The Children.

We are children and we'll give you trouble
If we don't like what you're doing and we think that it is wrong
Now we're satisfied but when we're not
We are taking lives and making drones

The world that came from us it makes the child
Da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da

We are children, not the youth, not kids
It's not sound to pretend, my friend, this might just be the end
Shadow life that sits outside your door
We live inside your walls and leak through floors

The world that came from us it makes the child
Da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da