(Raul Malo)
A child who is raised by an unworthy hand
Has less of a chance being a man
Who will try to remember and then understand
Why a mother would cry
while a husband lay dead
Shot down by a gun of a runaway train
Called life in the fast lane
it all ends the same
Well the same children`s lives
they will always regret
Are the children who never forget
A man ends up tired and walking alone
On a street corner singing for a penny a song
What he cannot remember was never his own
That`s the answer he gives
when he speaks of his home
Well the streets are my life
I don`t know anymore
Where the children`s are junkies
and the ladies are whores
Well the same children`s lives
they will always regret
Are the children who never forget
Goodnight, goodnight sweet child
Why don`t you dream with the angels
to forget for awhile
To forget of the life
that`s been handed to you
Where everything`s real,
yet nothing is true
Well perhaps you can change
what the cards always read
For the children who never forget
For a time they were counting
you out of this race
You stood up like a champion
that had fallen like grace
Never showing the anguish
that had covered your face
You were raped and forgotten
left to die in disgrace
Shot down by a gun of a runaway train
Called life in the fast lane
it all ends the same
Well the same children`s lives
they will always regret
Are the children who never forget
Goodnight, goodnight sweet child
Why don`t you dream with the angels
to forget for awhile
To forget of the life
that`s been handed to you
Where everything`s real,
yet nothing is true
Well perhaps you can change
what the cards always read
For the children who never forget
Goodnight, goodnight sweet child
Why don`t you dream with the angels
to forget for awhile
To forget of the life
that`s been handed to you
Where everything`s real,
yet nothing is true
Well perhaps you can change
what the cards always read
For the children who never forget
Goodnight, goodnight sweet child
Why don`t you dream with the angels
to forget for awhile
