Текст песни
We’re just old children, aged before our time
Sick and tired of livin’, crusted with grime
Disillusioned, tangled in the devil’s sly chains
Trapped in these bones, rusted with aches and pains
As the flowers are all made sweeter
By the sunshine and the dew
So this old world is made brighter
By the lives of folks like you
Ain’t no grown-ups here—just kids playin’ pretend
Big or small, they don’t comprehend
No answers to the questions we scream at the night
Can’t dry our tears when the world’s too damn tight
As the flowers are all made sweeter
By the sunshine and the dew
So this old world is made brighter
By the lives of folks like you
And my mama and daddy? Hell, they ain’t to blame
Just babies themselves when they breathed my name
Too poor for silk, too hungry for bread
No silver spoons, just dirt roads ahead
As the flowers are all made sweeter
By the sunshine and the dew
So this old world is made brighter
By the lives of folks like you
We’re all just broken toys in Fate’s cold hand
Scattered like dust across this bleedin’ land
The blues ain’t a song—it’s the truth we’re made of
Old children dyin’, too tired to love
