Channel 3 - Airborne lyrics

If money talks, it also lives The fat and pale faces show In East L.A., a baby dies Well, that's just the way it goes In their white cars, they drive through slums And talk of art and distant wars They shake their heads, and click their tongues As they reach to lock the doors In every world, in every age There's a "they" And what do they say? They say we're Airborne The trapped generation of lies They say we're Airborne Dead innocents, aloft with bent desires May I use "We"?, we're forced to see The pain of life most every day I'll have a drink, I'll close my eyes Then I'll turn to fly away And so we cry, misunderstood! Our souls alive, red burning youth But colors fade, and we might pale And crash down in three piece suits I asked a kid the other day What they teach in this nuclear age We had some fun in school today We learned to get under our desks And start to pray!