Karaoké Children The Mavericks

A child who is raised by an unworthy hand

Has less of a chance of 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

Goodnight goodnight sweet child

Why don't you dream with the angels

To forget for a while 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 with 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

Goodnight goodnight sweet child

Why don't you dream with the angels

To forget for a while 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