Children - Jonesy

Children of the future, what will your fortune be

Today’s front page of sorrow

Tomorrow’s history

Children from the ashes

Wonders of a scientific world patrol the sky

In concrete bunkers miles below

Are those about to die

Children from the ashes

So go take your future in blistered hands

Our war to end all wars, the war to end all man

But see the dawn arriving for a better day

Try not to judge too harshly

Those who lost their way

Children of the future, what will your fortune be

Age cured us of our youth

And you your destiny

Children from the ashes