Children - 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, any way 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

Again, again, again