Lyrics:

This is a cover of Kim Wilde’s song by the same name.Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I can feel the heat but it's soothing heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
Down town the young ones are going
Down town the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everbody lives for the music go round
Bright lights
The music gets faster
Look boy
Don't check on your watch not another glanc@
I'm not leaving now
Honey
Not a chance
Hot shot give me no problems
Much later
Baby
You'll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel
Life is never kind
Kind hearts don't make a new story

Kind hearts don't grab any glory
We're the kids in America
. .
Come closer
Honey
That's better
Got to get a brand new experience feeling right
Oh
Don't try to stop
Baby
Hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside surburbias sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go
Baby
New York to east California
There's a newwave coming
I warn you
We're the kids in America
. .

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America . .