Lost Kids (Song For The Runaways)
Version 1 is a studio recording, with a full band
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Upon This Rock [Collector's Edition CD]
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lyrics version 1
Here's a word to all you parents
Who are looking for your Clarences and Larrys
If he ran away from home he's probably living on his own
In Haight Ashbury
It's a shame that all the kids are smoking grass
And buying live and looking hairy
Oh oh wo-oh oh oh oh oh
When they spend their nights in alleys
And the local cops start prowling it gets very scary
How about the blue eyed girls who used to wear their hair in curls
With names like Nancy
Now her hair is filled with fleas, her eyes are clouds of LSD
She's in a trance-y
With her hemlines at her thighs she's probably kissing every guy
That tickles her fancy
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And she's living in a nifty two room building
With a fifty (badap) person occupancy
Who are looking for your Clarences and Larrys
If he ran away from home he's probably living on his own
In Haight Ashbury
It's a shame that all the kids are smoking grass
And buying live and looking hairy
Oh oh wo-oh oh oh oh oh
When they spend their nights in alleys
And the local cops start prowling it gets very scary
How about the blue eyed girls who used to wear their hair in curls
With names like Nancy
Now her hair is filled with fleas, her eyes are clouds of LSD
She's in a trance-y
With her hemlines at her thighs she's probably kissing every guy
That tickles her fancy
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And she's living in a nifty two room building
With a fifty (badap) person occupancy
The 'live' that the hairy kids were buying is likely LSD, for which 'live' is a known street name