The kids are fine, they're just tired of losing They hide in basements from the constant abuse And they look for life in a lightning storm They're just trying to feel alive Well they're fine, they're just searching for something A little more than that same old nothing They're out here like a tidal wave Been crashing their whole lives Heart broken sound of a whole generation Drowned out by a jukebox playing loud Kerosene, we'll burn like kerosene They won't make it till tomorrow Tonight we'll let them dream Kerosene, we'll burn like kerosene They're sick and tired of the sorrow Tonight we'll set em free Tonight we'll let em dream I'm fine, I'm just tired of questions So sick of the life suggestions Stop asking what my postgrad plans are The thought it freaks me out I'm good, I was just hoping for better So tired of this angry weather Heard it said that the sun will come But I still have my doubts