Текст песне : Hawksley Workman. All Of Us Kids.

These initial shock waves can't last
They're gonna wanna see the real love, soon
They're gonna wanna see the real bombs in the air
They're gonna wanna hear the real songs, in their ears
They're gonna burn the flag poles when they find out
They're gonna cry with salty tears
And they'll call themselves witnesses for the truth
And they'll speak the broken language of love

And all of us kids want
The same thing from our lives
So come on out, wave your hands up
Before we start shooting

We're gonna tear the bars off the windows
And our voices will be instruments for the truth
And then we'll probably migrate to the coast line
To tangle with the salt in the air
And listen to the hush of our babies
After all the fighting is through
And the evening will come true to all who suffer
And the morning come a chance to renew

And all of us kids want
The same thing from our lives
So come on out, wave your hands up
Before we start shooting