Some of them come now
Some of them are running
Some of them are looking for fun
Some of them are looking for a way out of confusion
Some of them don't know what to be
Some of them don't know where to go
Some of them just got instincts that something's missing from the show
Some don't fit society,
Insides are crying low
Some of them teachers quash the flame before it had a chance to grow
Some of them embers do glow
Them charcoal, hushed and low
Some of them come with the hunger suppressed, not fed
Them feel a death blow

Young man, control in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
Take a stand
Fan a fire for the flame of the youth
Got the freedom to choose
Better make the right move
Young man, the power's in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
You better make the right move

Focus your own energy
Into a laser beam
Streaming shattered light
Unites to pierce
Between the seams
And it seems
In a world open
Peering, the children see
Rapid fire for your mind
The "truth" is just a lie
They refuse them a way
Then say "now why you fall behind?"

Some of the children disconnect without the concept
This wine is spiritual
Emptiness of the youth
Said, no respect

Young man, control in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
Take a stand
Fan a fire for the flame of the youth
Got the freedom to choose
Better make the right move
Young man, the power's in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
You better make the right move

Freedom to choose
Better make the right move
Got the freedom to chooooose

Young man, control in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
Take a stand
Fan a fire for the flame of the youth
Got the freedom to choose
Better make the right move
Young man, the power's in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
You better make the right move

Writer : FISHER, CARL / HOWE, CHRISTOPHER / MILLER, NIGEL / MCLENNAN, NEIL
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC