Children - Vicious Rumors

Children, finish what we started

They may only live in the world we give them

Children, will they be brokenhearted?

They may never know what they’re missing

We gotta take it easy

We gotta take it slow

We gotta leave 'em something

Somewhere to go

All the children are the heirs (children are the heirs)

Taking what we give them

Will they even care, (will they even care?)

Or will they do what we did?

Children, staring at the ocean

They just want to play in the water -- but it’s black

We gotta take it easy

We gotta take it slow

We gotta leave 'em something

Somewhere to go

All the children are the heirs (children are the heirs)

Taking what we give them

Will they even care, (will they even care?)

Or will they do what we did?

We are all the victims of our heavy hands

Who will make the children understand?

Children are the heirs (children are the heirs)

Taking what we give them

Will they even care, (will they even care?)

Or will they do what we did?