Sweet young girl, so soft and blonde Does exactly what she's been warned Intoxication's in her veins Sweet young boy plays with her brain Believing all his fate-filled lies Putting his hands onto her thighs Her purity has now been ripped He takes it away and that is it Sweet children Sweet children Sweet children We'll never win Johnny Ray has running beer As the end is drawing near Running from the light of day Or maybe he'd lie and celebrate This funny circus from his head Follow me if you understand You're the trigger of his gun And then I'll sing and now we run Sweet children Sweet children Sweet children We'll never win Sweet children Sweet children Sweet children We'll never win