Kids

Sitting in my room painting the world And the kids are not alright Good England thrown to the wolves And the lunatics taking over Heaven I found under my demons And the smoking gun That you found Lying on the ground I'm just sitting painting the world And the kids are not alright When I don't have a choice That's when I find my voice I'm not trying to be What you want me to be I'm not your friend I'm your Queen You're quickly losing your scene I'm not trying to be what you want me to be Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah The kids are not alright Standing up in front of a mountain And I don't want to fight The clouds answer to no one They don't need the sun The streets are dark and the gas light leads me Soon I'm out of sight Howling back Back at the moon I'm just sitting painting the world And the kids are not alright When I don't have a choice That's when I find my voice I'm not trying to be What you want me to be I'm not your friend I'm your Queen You're quickly losing your scene I'm not trying to be what you want me to be Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah The kids are not alright Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah (woah woah) Woah The kids are not alright