| Some of them come now | |
| Some of the running | |
| Some of them looking for fun | |
| Some of them looking for away out of confusion | |
| Some of them don't know where to be | |
| Some of them don't know where to go | |
| Some of them trust their instincts | |
| That somethings missing from the show | |
| Some don't fit society | |
| Their insides are crying low | |
| Some of them teachers squashed the flame | |
| 'fore it had a chance to grow | |
| Some of them embers still glow | |
| Them charcoal hushed and low | |
| Some of them come with hunger supressed | |
| Not fed them feel the death blow, yo | |
| (CHORUS:) | |
| 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 | |
| You 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 | |
| "youth is the engine of the world" | |
| Storm the halls of vanity | |
| Focus your energy | |
| Into a laser beam | |
| Streaming shattered light | |
| Unites to pierce between the seams | |
| And it seems | |
| The world open peering | |
| The children see | |
| Rapid fire for your mind | |
| Half a truth is just a lie | |
| They rub me the wrong way | |
| They say their way or fall behind | |
| Seventeen disconnect left out | |
| The concept as to why | |
| There's a spiritual emptiness | |
| So the youth them get vexed | |
| Skip class and get wrecked | |
| Feel with beer and cigarettes | |
| To fill the hole in their chest! | |
| (CHORUS) |