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The Slip - Children of December lyrics

Artist: The Slip

album: Eisenhower


All of the parents of the children of December
Have a clutch
'Cause their birthdays are the hardest to remember
When you're born on Christmas
Or the day before New Years
They can sing out your birthday
But but, but, but nobody hears
I was lucky I was born in the Summer of
1975, it was as hot as an oven
Families that were loving each other in November
By April were planning on their new family members
But save one for the empirical boy with his empirical toys
The hotwheels the autobots and the deceptigons
And everyone's waiting to see what he's worth
But he is invincible like a breeze on the earth
I was holding something
In my hands so tightly
I was afraid to let it go
I was afraid to even know
I was holding something
In my heart so tightly
I was afraid to let it go
Oh when you're born in December
And no one remembers
Well the 90's have ended
So what do you call this decade
I hold every person I meet like a treasure
I defend the ones I love to whatever the end is
And that's why I take it to you through the music
Cause when the music's connected its like everyone's protected
January is for Rosie
God bless Rosie
And February is for Tim
We all know about him
March is for my mama still wining and dining
And April is for my, my, my, my pop
In May give the drummer some
June is for the bass
Mine's July, July, July, July, July
All the parents of the children of December
Have a clutch
When you're born on Christmas
The day before New Year's
They can sing out your birthday but, but, but, but, but, but, but
Make a little noise
Make a little sound
Oh when you're born in December
And it's hard to remember
Well the 90's have ended
So what do you call this decade?

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