THE NAZE - SOME KIDS

I would love a hand-made carpet, but I need to know how it`s been made
Whose fingers tied the knots, how much they`ve been paid
Some kids grow up the hard way, some kids grow up too soon
Some kids don`t have a childhood, some kids have got no room to move

Looking down at my new trainers, I wonder who spread the glue
Whose nostrils breathe the fumes, whose lungs are turning blue
Some kids grow up the hard way, some kids grow up too soon
Some kids don`t have a childhood, some kids have got no room to move

I lay on the beach, looking out to sea, Charles Dickens goes by on a surfboard
And is looking at me
I should feel wonderful, so how come, I feel so uncomfortable, under the sun

When I put on my clothes, I wonder who sewed the seams
Who was it who threaded the needles, whose eyes have got no dreams
Some kids grow up the hard way, some kids grow up too soon
Some kids don`t have a childhood, some kids have got no room
Some kids grow up the hard way, some kids don`t go to school
Some kids get no education. some kids are just tools

Written by:
PETER BUCKLAND

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