The Backyard Of My Life
Society's Child
Society's Child
She was a beautiful baby born brand new
She had some kind of strange magic
She was colourful and creative
She knew who she was and where she was going
Lived her life without a care in the world
She could be a poet a painter an artist a dancer
Anything was possible in her far away future
Then they killed it you killed it dead that spark that light
You stopped it in its tracks from living from breathing
From thinking from feeling
You put her down took all her confidence
Convinced her mathematics matters more then imagination
They made her feel worthless stupid and ugly
You brought and end to her desires and dreams
Handed her some chains then through away the key
So she could be the same as everybody else
So she could keep up with the Jones
You beat out of her the last bit of originality she had left
So she could be secure and make money
Have a house a car and a mortgage
Why do people always try to fix things that are not broken
Why don't we let people be who they want to be before death
There's rules and regulations you better keep in line
Any genius she had has long long long gone
I can see by the look in her eyes
Society's child should be seen but never heard
Society's child is a carbon copy of mediocrity
Society's child is just another name and a number
Society's child should conform and comply
Society's child is always full of fear
By Keith Hagger
She was a beautiful baby born brand new
She had some kind of strange magic
She was colourful and creative
She knew who she was and where she was going
Lived her life without a care in the world
She could be a poet a painter an artist a dancer
Anything was possible in her far away future
Then they killed it you killed it dead that spark that light
You stopped it in its tracks from living from breathing
From thinking from feeling
You put her down took all her confidence
Convinced her mathematics matters more then imagination
They made her feel worthless stupid and ugly
You brought and end to her desires and dreams
Handed her some chains then through away the key
So she could be the same as everybody else
So she could keep up with the Jones
You beat out of her the last bit of originality she had left
So she could be secure and make money
Have a house a car and a mortgage
Why do people always try to fix things that are not broken
Why don't we let people be who they want to be before death
There's rules and regulations you better keep in line
Any genius she had has long long long gone
I can see by the look in her eyes
Society's child should be seen but never heard
Society's child is a carbon copy of mediocrity
Society's child is just another name and a number
Society's child should conform and comply
Society's child is always full of fear
By Keith Hagger
