Joan Baez - (For the) Children of the Eighties

We're the children of the eighties
haven't we grown
We're tender as a Lotus
and we're tougher than a stone.
And the age of our innocence
is somewhere in the garden.

We like the music of the sixties
The Rolling Stones, The Beatles and The Doors.
Flower children, Woodstock and the war.

Ah but it's getting harder to deceive us.
And we don't care if Dylan's back from Jesus
Jimmy Hendrix is playing on.

We know Janis Joplin was the Rose
ah but all the stuff she put in her arm.
We are not alone.

We're the children of the eighties
haven't we grown
We're tender as a Lotus
and we're tougher than a stone.
And the age of our innocence
is somewhere in the garden.

Some of us are the sisters
and the brothers
We take a leather jacket
and a single golden earring.
Hang out at Discos,
Rock shows, lose our hearing

Take uppers, downers,
blues and reds and yellows.
Our brains are turning to jello
We are looking forward to the days
When we live inside of a purple haze.
And the salvation of the soul is Rock and Roll

We're the children of the eighties
haven't we grown
We're tender as a Lotus
and we're tougher than a stone.
And the age of our innocence
is somewhere in the garden.

Recently have you looked in our eyes
Maybe with your conscience in disguise.
We're well informed and we are wise
Please stop telling us lies.
We know Afganistan's invaded
And we know El Salvador's dictated

Ah but our lives have just begun
we are the warriers of the sun.
We're the golden boys and the golden girls
For a better world.

We're the children of the eighties
haven't we grown
We're tender as a Lotus
and we're tougher than a stone.
And the age of our innocence
is somewhere, somewhere in the garden.