When we were young, the future was so bright (Woah-oh)

The old neighborhood was so alive (Woah-oh)

And every kid on the whole damn street (Woah-oh)

Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood’s cracked and torn (Woah-oh)

The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn (Woah-oh)

How can one little street swallow so many lives?

Chances thrown

Nothing’s free

Longing for, used to be

Still it’s hard, hard to see

Fragile lives

Shattered dreams (go!)

Offspring - The Kids Aren’t Alright (1998)