Some of them come
Some of them running,
Some of them looking for fun
Some of them looking for a way out of confusion

Some of them don't know what to be,
Some of them don't know where to go,
Some of them trust their instincts that
Something's missing from the show

Some don't fit society and insides are lying low
Some of their teachers squash the flame
'Fore it had a chance to grow

Some of them embers still glow - their charcoal hushed and low

Some of them come with their hunger suppressed
Not fed them feel the death blow

Young man
Control in your hands,
Slam your fist on the table and make your demands
Take a stand, fan the fire for the flame of the youth
Got the freedom to choose, you better make the right move

Young man - the power's in your hand,
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
You gotta make the right move...
Youth is the engine of the world

Storm the halls of vanity, focus your energy...
Into a laser beam,
Streaming shattered light unites to pierce
Between the seams, and it seems
Tear the world open, peer in the children see
Rapid-fire for your mind,
Half the truth is just a lie
They rub me the wrong way
They say their way or fall behind
Seven subjects disconnect,
Left out the concept as to why there's a spiritual emptiness,
So the youth
Them get vexed, skip class and get wrecked fill with beer
And cigarettes to fill the hole in their chest!

You got the freedom to choose
You better make the right move
You got the freedom to choose!