The kids are back So just remember the Oh, watch out We walk the streets In tattered armies We got the lion in our heart We're not lookin' for trouble Just for some fun But we're all ready if you wanna' start

We're gonna leave all our troubles behind. Don't look back So if you just put your hand in mine, If it's love that you're running from, there's no hiding place. You can't run it, you can't hide it, you can't run it Love has problems I know but there

The kids are back So just remember the Oh, watch out We walk the streets In tattered armies We got the lion in our heart We're not lookin' for trouble Just for some fun But we're all ready if you wanna' start

All you people you got to know The devil’s harvest is sweet to grow With the blossom your troubles go Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro I was gathering the crops across the fields What happened to me baby, you won’t believe I was picking up

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

The kids are back We walk the streets in tattered armies We got the lion in our heart We're not lookin' for trouble, just for some fun But we're all ready if you want to start So, just remember the Oh, watch out Well, can you blame us for living our

Uh, uh, uh, uh-oh Let's be alone together But do you got room for one more troubled soul And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end We could stay young forever Scream it from the top

Don't you think they'd know what I'm worth? I'm high as a kite Flying like a beautiful bird Why I gotta come down to earth? I think I'm going parasailing Miles above, it's so serene I'm letting go of all the troubles That I've seen, that I've seen Way up

Ooh, God, that's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God, that's the trouble with us Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred We're tearing paint off the walls It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life