Some of them come now   Some of the running   Some of them looking for fun   Some of them looking for away out of confusion   Some of them don't know where to be   Some of them don't know where to go   Some of them trust their instincts   That somethings missing from the show   Some don't fit society   Their insides are crying low   Some of them teachers squashed the flame   'fore it had a chance to grow   Some of them embers still glow   Them charcoal hushed and low   Some of them come with hunger supressed   Not fed them feel the death blow, yo      [CHORUS:]   Young man control in your hand   Slam your fist on the table   And make your demand   Take a stand   Fan a fire for the flame of the youth   Got the freedom to choose   You better make the right move   Young man, the power's in your hand   Slam your fist on the table and make your demand   You better make the right move   "youth is the engine of the world"   Storm the halls of vanity   Focus your energy   Into a laser beam   Streaming shattered light   Unites to pierce between the seams   And it seems   The world open peering   The children see   Rapid fire for your mind   Half a truth is just a lie   They rub me the wrong way   They say their way or fall behind   Seventeen disconnect left out   The concept as to why   There's a spiritual emptiness   So the youth them get vexed   Skip class and get wrecked   Feel with beer and cigarettes   To fill the hole in their chest!      [CHORUS]