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 suppressed, not fed them feel the death blow yo
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
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
You got the freedom to choose, better make the right move
You got the freedom to choose
Chorus
Youth is the engine of the world
Youth is the engine of the world
Youth is the engine of the world