A child who is raised by an unworthy hand   Has less of a chance of being a man   Who will try to remember and then understand   Why a mother would cry while a husband lay dead   Shot down by a gun of a runaway train   Called life in the fast lane it all ends the same   Well the same children's lives they will always regret   Are the children who never forget      A man ends up tired and walking alone   On a street corner singing for a penny a song   What he cannot remember was never his own   That's the answer he gives when he speaks of his home   Well the streets are my life I don't know anymore   Where the children's are junkies and the ladies are whores   Well the same children's lives they will always regret   Are the children who never forget      Goodnight, goodnight sweet child   Why don't you dream with the angels to forget for awhile   To forget of the life that's been handed to you   Where every thing's real yet nothing is true   Well perhaps you can change what the cards always read   For the children who never forget      For a time they were counting you out of this race   You stood up like a champion that had fallen like grace   Never showing the anguish that had covered your face   You were raped and forgotten left to die in disgrace   Shot down by a gun of a runaway train   Called life in the fast lane it all ends the same   Well the same children's lives they will always regret   Are the children who never forget      Goodnight, goodnight sweet child   Why don't you dream with the angels to forget for awhile   To forget of the life that's been handed to you   Where every thing's real yet nothing is true   Well perhaps you can change what the cards always read   For the children who never forget      Goodnight, goodnight sweet child   Why don't you dream with the angels to forget for awhile   To forget of the life that's been handed to you   Where every thing's real yet nothing is true      Goodnight, goodnight sweet child   Why don't you dream with the angels to forget for awhile   To forget of the life that's been handed to you   Where every thing's real yet nothing is true