This one's for the kids
Who grew up alone.
Who raised themselves,
Lifted out of the slums.

This one's for the kids
With dirt under their nails.
Lungs filled with smog,
No belief in fairy tales.

This one's for the kids
With old shoes on their feet.
To avoid the glass,
And cracks in the street.

This one's for the kids
Who travel by train.
They've got the tunnels memorized,
Stored in their brains.

This one's for the kids
Who've smelled the smoke since birth.
Lungs turned dark
Black like the earth.

This one's for the kids
With nothing to lose.
Where they're going to go?
They haven't got a clue.

Cheers to the kids
Who grew up alone.
Who raised themselves,
Lifted out of the slums.