When we take our bored and embittered youth
And presweeten them with their breakfast food
Should we grind 'em down like a rotten tooth
When these additives lead to attitude ?

'cuz the kids hate power pop
But they need that sugar shock

So we praise the meat,
And we curse the bread
And we're on our knees
Like the good book said
Then it's no surprise
When they lose their heads
And we find ourselves
Strangled in our beds

'cuz the kids hate power pop
But they need that sugar shock

The kids of today
Well, they're losin' their faith . . . .

(can you handle
Birthday candles ?

Cradle, schoolbus
Playground, first crush

High school, prom date
Paychecks, roomates

Wedding flowers
Baby showers

Mortgage, pension
Did I mention ?
Someone is there at the door . . . .)