The Bon Scotts The Kids are Coming lyrics

I have come
Via the war
Of neon lights and bankrupted malls
Where the young simulate youth
Singing,'soon we shall we walk on all fours'

All our friends will become enemies in the end
And soon we will have to choose a side
With the sweet smell of doom in our hair
the kids are coming with their asinine flair

Satellite
Sat-a-love
In my hand
Felt a lot but the words stuck
Feel my sway

‘When will Paul be back as superman'

All our friends will become enemies in the end
and soon we will have to choose a side
With the sympathy of a dull boys stare
California is coming with its asinine flair

The alien spoke to me like a Scandinavian
Told me that was you singing your heart on the radio
"New money will always remarry to keep up the fantasy"
They own the radio
I kept accountants with accounts
And receipts for everything so now we know