In a rage, they stand in a world gone mad,
Tight fisted lives of heartache living in this land,
In their worn out jeans with the holes in the knees,
All the battles fought in empty lots we've never seen.
How many lives will be lost?
How many lives will be won?
And the kids are on the run.
And all the planned out schemes and video machines,
Running through the night, chasing another dead-end dream,
And all the idle time that just passed by,
They're unaware of the damage done; they think they'll never, never, never die.
How many lives will be lost?
How many lives will be won?
The kids are on the run.
They're reaching out for something this world cannot give,
And they're lashing out in anger 'cause deep inside they want to live,
God, the kids just want to live,
Live.
Has the script been read?
Does the kid lie dead?
To survive, they do what they can just to stay ahead,
And the tragedy isn't hard to see,
The kids are just reflections of everything they hear, everything they see.
How many lives will be lost?
How many lives will be won?
How many lives will be lost?
How many lives will be won?
How many lives will be lost?
How many lives will be won?
Tell me.
'Cause the kids are on the run,
The kids are on the run,
The kids are on the run,
The kids are on the run,
The kids are on the run.
The kids are on the run.
