The Children Ringtones

(Raul Malo) A child who is raised by an unworthy hand Has less of a chance being a man Who will try to remember and then understand Why a mother would cry While a husband lay dead Shot down by a gun of a runaway train Called life in the fast lane It all ends the same Well the same children's lives They will always regret Are the children who never forget A man ends up tired and walking alone On a street corner singing for a penny a song What he cannot remember was never his own That's the answer he gives When he speaks of his home Well the streets are my life I don't know anymore Where the children's are junkies And the ladies are whores Well the same children's lives They will always regret Are the children who never forget Chorus Goodnight, goodnight sweet child Why don't you dream with the angels To forget for awhile To forget of the life That's been handed to you Where everything's real, Yet nothing is true Well perhaps you can change What the cards always read For the children who never forget For a time they were counting You out of this race You stood up like a champion That had fallen like grace Never showing the anguish That had covered your face You were raped and forgotten Left to die in disgrace Shot down by a gun of a runaway train Called life in the fast lane It all ends the same Well the same children's lives They will always regret Are the children who never forget Repeat chorus twice Goodnight, goodnight sweet child Why don't you dream with the angels To forget for awhile

There's nothing you haven't heard before They're just the facts of the background noise Run for your life when the bell tolls your time People will run some will follow you But you're always tried for the things you do Riding the Surge is a test of your nerve Ride It Out These cities can stand proud and stay intact But they'll be torn down now in seconds flat Running around with their heads in the clouds Making amends now for nature's revenge... Ride It Out (The wicked rain will come ... write our epitaph Overcome by the surge... When the darkness comes you will the power of her wrath) * This is like nothing you've seen before It's not a drill this is all out war Run you can try but there's nowhere to hide Look to the skies while they're watching their backs Best try to leave now it's time to make tracks Ride It Out Ride It Out

Yeah Well, you can bump and grind If it's good for your mind Well, you can twist and shout Or let it all hang out But you won't fool the children of the revolution No, you won't fool the children of the revolution No, no, no You can Terraplane In the falling rain I drive a Rolls Royce 'Cause it's good for my voice But you won't fool the children of the revolution No, you won't fool the children of the revolution No, no, no, ow Well, you can bump and grind If it's good for your mind Well, you can twist and shout Let it all hang out But you won't fool the children of the revolution No, you won't fool the children of the revolution No, you won't fool the children of the revolution No, you won't fool the children of the revolution No, no, no, ow

Man made the buildings that reach for the sky And man made the motorcar and learned how to drive But he didn't make the flowers and he didn't make the trees And he didn't make you and he didn't make me And he's got no right to turn us into machines No, he's got no right at all 'cause we are all God's children And he got no right to change us Oh, we gotta go back the way the good Lord made us all I don't want this world to change me I wanna go back the way the good Lord made me Same lungs that He gave me to breath with Same eyes He gave me to see with Oh, the rich man, the poor man, the saint and the sinner The wise man, the simpleton, the loser and the winner We are all the same to Him Stripped of our clothes and all the things we own The day that we are born We are all God's children And they got no right to change us Oh, we gotta go back, the way the good Lord made Oh, the good Lord made us all And we are all His children And they got no right to change us Oh, we gotta go back, the way the good Lord made us all Yeah, we gotta go back, the way the good Lord made us all

Tears streaming down, her heart is broken Because her life is hurting, so am I He wears a frown, his dreams are choking And because he stands alone, his dreams will die So, humbly I come to you and say As I sound aloud the warfare of today Hear me, I pray CHORUS What about the children To ignore is so easy So many innocent children would choose the wrong way So what about the children Remember when we were children And if not for those who loved us and who cared enough to show Us Where would we be today Sir, where is your son Where lies his refuge And if he can't come to you, then where can he run Such a foolish girl, yet still, she's your daughter And if you will just reminisce your days of young You see, it's not where you've been, nor what you've done Because I know a friend who specializes in great outcomes See His love overcomes CHORUS (2 times) Where would we be today Where would we be today Where would we be today What about the the children