歌曲名 Children Of The Night 歌手名 Steppenwolf

作词：John Kay

作曲：John Kay

Some of us are

Rock n' Roll stars

Chasing the flash and travel

Most of us wear the right length of hair

But that's all that is left of the dream

Oh the dream it was born in the summer of love

And it died with the

Woodstock Nation

But what has it left for the carpenter's son

And the new coming generation

Oh we all believed we knew the way

But fate did not agree

Now we've tired of asking who we are

And what we ought to be

Children of the night howling at the gate

Here to claim forgotten dreams

Too late too late too late

Barely thirteen hard and they're mean

Hunting in packs like jackals

They prey on the meek

the old and the weak

Like a scourge on the face of the earth

All around our town they're fighting with guns

And building their homemade bazookas

And ten year old

Jimmy got arrested in school

They found a tank in his locker

Oh we all believed we held the key

To peaceful harmony

But the times have changed the way we feel

And we fear our destiny

Children of the night howling at the gate

Here to claim forgotten dreams

Too late too late too late

Orphans of the darkness

Waiting to belong

Been listening to the same old story

Too long to care too long

Sure must be fun

To watch a president run

Just ask the man who owns one

Why up on the hill

They're killing the bill

That would pay for his capitol crime

But cardinal sin

He blessed him and said

I know that you're rotten

Down to the core

But nobody else can do it so well

That's why I'm behind you

For three years more

Oh they all believed

They had found the one

Who'd lead them to the light

But the tides will turn

Against the fool

Who'd believe that wrong is right

Children of the night

Children of the night

Children of the night

Howling at the gate

Children of the night

Here to claim forgotten dreams

Too late too late too late

Children of the night

Orphans of the darkness

Children of the night

Waiting to belong

Children of the night

Been listening to the same old story

Too long to care too long

Children of the night