Children Lyrics

A child who is raised by an unworthy hand
Has less of a chance 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 are junkies,
And the ladies are w****s.
Well, the same children's lives
They will always regret,
Are the children who never forget
[Chorus]
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 everything'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.
[Chorus x 2]

Goodnight, goodnight, sweet child.
Why don't you dream with the angels,
To forget for awhile?