The Kids Are All Rebels 2.0

A generation of Rebels with too many causes
There's smoke in the air and We're all getting nauseous
If melanin colour's worth killing a goddess
We'll take to the streets and you'll see who the boss is
Sitting so high in your ivory tower
6000 die every 24 hours
Feeling kinda helpless
While they fuck us
Then they tell us
That we're dangerous say we're extreme?
Babe we don't even eat meat

Keep talking back
Oh you think you're so hard
Blood on your hands
Oh you Took it too far
House made of glass and you laugh at the pebbles
The kids are all rebels
Saw you dance with the devil

Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
The kids are all rebels
Saw you dance with the devil

Say that we're young, dumb and being too aggressive
Well Talk is cheap
Making moves is expensive
Breaking your rules baby we're
Making history
Listen to her cause I'm so sick of his story

Sitting up there getting high off a power trip
Buy your fake friends and fake love bitch it's counterfeit
Feeling kinda helpless
While they fuck us
Then they tell us
That we're the ones causing a scene
Maybe that's just what we need

Keep talking back
Oh you think you're so hard
Blood on your hands
Oh you Took it too far
House made of glass and you laugh at the pebbles
The kids are all rebels
Saw you dance with the devil

Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
The kids are all rebels
Saw you dance with the devil

Keep talking back
Blood on your hands
House made of glass and you laugh at the pebbles
The kids are all rebels
Saw you dance with the devil



Credits
Writer(s): Ellen Mary Murphy
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