We Are The Kids Lyrics

Sitting down in the heat

The fan is on in my kitchen

The things crawl in through the doors

They're open wide so come inside

Open up the fridge again

Still filled up with the same old things

Lettuce, pickles, leg of ham

I just want choccy don't you understand

We are the kids

So where's our mum and dad?

They sell, sell, sell all day long

And don't have time for much else

No time off but they've got bread

To give a bakery inferiority complex

The bins go out Tuesday night

It's garbage trucks in the morning light

When everyone's snakes in the tall, tall grass

We're down here dressed just like bare shins

Cause we are the kids

So where's our mum and dad?

We are the kids

So where's our mum and dad?

We are the kids

So where's our mum and dad?