Some of them come now
Some of them running
Some of them looking for fun
Some of them looking for a way out of confusion
Some of them don't know what to be
Some of them don't know where to go
Some of them trust their instincts that something's missing from the show
Some don't fit society,
Insides are crying low
Some of them teachers squash the flame before it had a chance to grow
Some of them embers do glow
Them charcoal, hushed and low
Some of them come with the hunger suppressed, not fed
Them feel a death blow

Chorus:

Young man, control in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
Take a stand
Fan a fire for the flame of the youth
Got the freedom to choose
You better make the right move
Young man, the power's in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
You gotta make the right move

"youth is the engine of the world" x2

Storm the halls of vanity
Focus your energy
Into a laser beam
Streaming shattered light
Unites to pierce
Between the seams
And it seems
Tear the world open, peer in the children see rapid fire for your mind half the truth is just a lie, they rub me the wrong way, they say their way or fall behind seven subjects disconnect, left out the concept as to why there's a spiritual emptiness, so the youth them get vexed, skip class and get wrecked fill with beer and cigarettes to fill the hole in their chest

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You got freedom to choose
Better make the right move
You got the freedom to chooooose

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