The Broadcasting Chair

The kids aren´t alright

When we were young the future was so bright 
the old neighborhood was so alive 
and every kid on the whole damn street 
was gonna make it big and not be beat.

now the neighborhood’s cracked and torn 
the kids are grown up but their lives are worn
how can one little street
swallow so many lives?

Chorus:
Chances blown
nothing’s free
longing for
what used to be
still it’s hard
hard to see
fragile lives
shattered dreams 
GO!!

Janie had a chance, well she really did (whoa)
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids 
Munsen’s at home cause he’s got no job 
Just plays guitar, smokes a lot of pot 

She commited suicide 
Brandy OD’d and died 
What the hell is going on?
Cruellest dream, reality