LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
A rag ball in a puddle
A cheeky smile, a kick
Running down the hill, a hoop
And the sky in a kid's eyes
A slingshot that shoots hope
A sparrow in shorts, sly
And the power of being a child
Against the force of a cop, who's a brute
They look like flocks of loose sparrows
The kids, the kids
They're like Indians, captains of the gang
The kids, the kids
But when afternoon falls
The revolt's gone
They sit on Dad's lap
Tenderness comes back
And they hear him talk about the new man
They're the kids of this people
Learning to be men
Bottle caps shining in the hand
The urge that leaps to the axle
And a kid who says no
If a beating comes I won't allow it
A hidden marble at school
A top in a colorless pocket
And a kid who begs
'Cause hunger muffles his pain
They look like flocks of loose sparrows
The kids, the kids
They're like Indians, captains of the gang
The kids, the kids
But when afternoon falls
The revolt's gone
They sit on Dad's lap
Tenderness comes back
And they hear him talk about the new man
They're the kids of this people
Learning to be men
But when afternoon falls
The revolt's gone
They sit on Dad's lap
Tenderness comes back
And they hear him talk about the new man
They're the kids of this people
Learning to be men