He can't take the street no more
Street too full full of junk
Thinks he'll hide in his room
Room too full full of junk
He turns to his T.V. T.V. full full of junk
Processed zombies pushing junk
Junk food junk clothes
Dressed in junk from head to toe
Eat what you're given
Eat what you get
Eat what you're given
Eat what you get
Eat what you're given
Eat what you get
Eat what you're given
And be thankful what you get
He screams for more
Hits the night life once again
Night life full full of junk
Junk is all he'll ever know
Junk music junk dance
Too many junkheads on the floor
(Repeat chorus to end)This child he means the world to me, There is no more enchanted
A child can take this place of ruin, And magically enhance it.
I see him in a golden room, With the book of life before him
Strange instruments upon his charts, And the crystal glow inside him.
He's your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true
You've searched all your life, I see him now flying over the universe.
This child will build a violin, One will follow the traveller's love
Another will the bow apply, To reach the one above.
I see her in a golden room, With the moon and stars above her
Her simple smile is Heaven's gate, With the Queen of all beside her.
She's your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true
You've searched all your life, I see her now flying over the universe.
Your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true
You've searched all your life, I see them now flying over the universe.