Lyrics
We're the children of the eighties, haven't we grown
We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than a stone
And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden
We like the music of the sixties
It's the Rolling Stones, the Beatles and the Doors
Flower children, Woodstock and the war
Ah but it's getting harder to deceive us
And we don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus
Jimi Hendrix is playing on
We know Janis Joplin was The Rose
Ah but all the stuff that she put in her arm
We're not alarmed
Some of us are the sisters and the brothers
Who take a leather jacket and a single golden earring
Hang out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearing
Take uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellows
Our brains are turning to Jell-O
We are looking forward to the days
When we live inside of a purple haze
And the salvation of the soul
Is rock 'n' roll
Recently have you looked in our eyes?
And maybe will your conscience in disguise
We're well informed and we are wise
Please stop telling us lies
We know Afghanistan's invaded
And we know El Salvador's dictated
Ah but our lives are just begun
We are the warriors of the sun
We're the golden boys
And the golden girls
For a better world
Wake me with kisses in the afternoon
The butler knows any time you arrive is never too soon
He knows just where you are by the sound of your car
He'll be waiting there by the spiral stair
You could drive me crazy with your unkept hair (note 1)
You don't know what a comb is and frankly I don't really care
'Cause you're fresh and you're wild
And you make the butler smile
By bringing me flowers like meteor showers
Treating me like a Queen though I'm only nineteen
Which reminds me of something that I've recently seen
It was a look in the eye of Lady Di
As she stood on the balcony
Knowing the last fantasy of the century
Was in her long white veil
Maybe she'd rather have you than the Prince of Wales
And all the jewels in the crown
And all the villages and towns
That line the sea of the Monarchy
And while I cut the roses, what about Lady Di?
She's a child of the eighties just like you and like I
Think of all the things that she'll never do
See a rock 'n' roll show, get a heart-shaped tattoo
Wear a t-shirt around in the middle of town (note 2)
Take a Harley ride as the sun goes down (note 2)
Look at all the music that I make with you
Let's take a walk on the wild side, baby I'm in love with you
I'll leave my Dior in the cabinet door
And I'll leave my bouquet on the breakfast tray
My parents are out, let's head north of the Bay (note 2)
Maybe go for a sail just like the Prince of Wales
And does he ever love her in the afternoon?
Was the kiss that she gave him in public oh just a little too soon?
And it's really a shame she'll take half of the blame (note 2)
For the boys in the Maze and their numbered days (note 2) (note 3)
There's a tear in the eye of Lady Di (note 4)
As she looks from the balcony
Knowing the last fantasy of the century
Is probably a lie
My heart goes out to you Princess, lovely Lady Di
'Cause for all that it seems, here I stand in my jeans
Oh whatever it means it is I who am Queen
You are fair-haired, oh, your lips are red
You like [softball], oh, and the Grateful Dead
Why am I attracted to
The body and the [mind/soul] of you?
You mean trouble, oh, with your Lucifer's eyes
And make me daydream, oh, and fantasize
Running through a field of flames
Playing our forbidden game
Camouflaging all, you pass me in the hall
Leaving me standing naked with my feelings
Did you see me here, swallowing my tears?
Everything that was [solid] now is reeling
Ah, but I know you, oh, and you know me, too
You know the closet, oh, that I share with you
There are places we could go
No one would ever, ever know
Let's try real time, oh, come sit on my bed
We'll share our lifetimes, oh, and the Grateful Dead
My name is Chaffey, I'm from Marriott, USA
I'm a high school graduate and I'm looking for a way
To chase my future down and lay it at my feet
So I can answer all the questions of my old friends on the streetI lie awake at night and I think about the year
The petty victories and all the hidden tears
And about the girl I loved who had to set me free
She said she'd never marry anyone undisciplined as meAnd the Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a raibow on the open seas
Oh no you won't find me, staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from meMy dad's made window shades for twenty seven years
He's had his share of laughter and an equal share of tears
And I still live in the second room of my parents hall
My brother watches me from the solitary frame upon the wallMom tends the garden and occasionally perms her hair
She's not political she sticks to her own affairs
But they voted the cowboy in and they think he's doing fine
He's created some very new and interesting, innovative linesWe celebrated when they came home from Iran
We tied a buch of yellow ribbons on the van
Drove into Marriott went into church and prayed
But secretly I asked the Lord if this is how heroes are madeAnd speaking of heroes a word about my dad
Son of mine take your time for now you're all we have
And if you refuse to go I'll support you all the way
And this will surely be a very first in Marriott, USAI never knew you meant that much to me
Why did I light a candle when you died
Find a picture of you walking in Central Park
With the iron woman by your sideThat candle burned for twenty days
Most of my good friends came to mourn
And we talked about the good old days
Before my friends and I were bornNow I think I understand
It was Sgt Pepper's Band
That put the sixties into song
Where have all the heroes goneLucy in the sky with the lads from Liverpool
Drop some acid, meet the queen
Coming out of both eyes of the hurricane
You sang your music sweet and cleanOh you may not want my poetry
I surely would not want your fame
You rose over the dawn of my early history
I'll pay you tribute all the sameWhere have they gone
Where have they gone
Where have they gone
Where have all the heroes goneIt was a diamond studded hard day's night
They tell me everyone was there
I must have heard you from my mothers arms
I must have thought somebody caredAnd I live in the age of cosmic maniacs
One of them put a bullet in your side
New York City nineteen eighty
The day the sixties finally diedWhere have they gone
Where have they gone
Where have they gone
Where have all the heroes goneWe are the warriors of the sun
Fighting post-war battles that somehow never got won
It may be crazy or it may be the final run
We are the warriors of the sunSay we feed the hungry and we tend to the sick
Say that we're always around when the going gets thick
Say we'll carry off the evil and your weary ones
Say we are the warriors of the sunIt's true about no more water but the fire next time
Will the children of the eighties be ashes or discover their prime
We don't heed the Nobel laureate warning 'bout things to come
Or the incinerated warriors of the sunNew York guardian angels, you all right?
No one's gonna violate Ronnie on the subway tonight
Smile as a child and then you buried your gun
Another couple of thousand warriors of the sunIn the ghetto by any other name she remains the same
Now more than ever survival is the name of the game
Prove that you're truly needy by eating dinner from a dog food can
One of these days, the apple's gonna hit the fanWe are the warriors of the sun
Fighting post-war battles that somehow never got won
It may be crazy or it may be the final run
We are the warriors of the sun
We are the warriors of the sun
We are the warriors of the sun