The Kids Don't Understand
Misunderstood Realities
Lyrics
Well they flash
Observing confident gestures
Those half-knowing smiles
Smiles with partial understanding
As they pass
Passing by with a sense of heroism
Heroic profiles
Imposing profiles reminiscent of heroes
Like they’re in some book by Ayn Rand
Comparing to characters from Ayn Rand's works
Always working, always tanned
Always industrious and bronzed
So satisfied but the kids don’t understand
Seemingly content, but misunderstood by the younger generation
You kiss her
Kissing someone who doesn't reciprocate love
Don’t even love you
A relationship lacking genuine affection
It’s a blur
A blurred experience of physical intimacy
She’s getting on top of you
The partner taking control
Sometimes you see stuff nobody planned
Unexpected situations arise
Stick your head back in the sand
Ignoring reality and avoiding problems
Oh, don’t worry 'cause the kids don’t understand
Assuring that it's okay because the youth won't comprehend
Stuck your hands in the wet cement
Imprinting hands in wet cement symbolizing permanence
In the soft spot of my skull
In a vulnerable part of the speaker's mind
Stuck your hands in the wet cement
Repeated action, emphasizing significance
In the soft spot of my skull
In the vulnerable part of the mind
Well it stings
Feeling emotional pain
Lick your wounds if I could
If possible, healing emotional wounds
No such thing
Rejecting the concept of a normal childhood
As a normal childhood
Claiming nonexistence of normalcy in childhood
Give ‘em scissors, paper and crayons
Providing simple tools for creativity
Give all those concerned a big hand
Applauding those concerned, possibly sarcastically
Maybe they deserve it, but the kids don’t understand
Deserving recognition, but the youth won't comprehend
Stuck your hands in the wet cement
Repeating the act of leaving a lasting mark
In the soft spot of my skull
In a sensitive area of the speaker's mind
Stuck your hands in the wet cement
Symbolic act of leaving an enduring impression
In the soft spot of my
In a delicate part of the mind
Soft spot of my skull
In a vulnerable part of the mind
We’re not dumb
Asserting intelligence despite appearances
Even if you spell it
Understanding without being explicitly told
We catch on
Grasping concepts without the need for loud communication
Don’t have to yell it
Not requiring shouting to comprehend
I see her flinch, when you raise your hand
Witnessing an unsettling reaction to raised hands
There’s not too much the kids
Little that the youth won't comprehend
There’s not too much the kids
Repetition for emphasis
There’s not too much that the kids don’t understand
The youth's broad understanding
Don’t understand
Don’t understand
-Don’t understand
-Don’t understand
-Don’t understand
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