Children of December

[Cleantone]

Children of December

all the parents of the children of December have a clutch
'cause their birthdays are the hardest to remember
when you're born on Christmas
or the day before New Year's
you can sing happy birthday but but but nobody hears it

I was lucky I was born in the summer of 1975
it was as hot as an oven
families that were loving each other in November
by April were planning on their new family member

save one for the empirical boy
with his empirical toys
the hot wheels the autobots and the decepticons
and everyone's waiting to see what he's worth
but he is invincible like a breeze on the earth

I was holding something in my hand so tightly
I was afraid to let it go
I was afraid to even know
I was holding something in my heart so tightly
was afraid to let it go

Oh when you born in december
and no one remembers
well the 90's have ended
so what do you call this decade?

I hold every person I meet like a treasure
I defend the ones I love to whatever the end is
thats why I take it to you through the music
cause when the music's connected
it's like everyone's protected

January is for Rosie, god bless Rosie
and February's for Tim, we all know about him
March is for my momma still writin' in Dighton
April is for my my my my my papa
May give the drummer some
June is for the bass
mine's July, July, July, July, July, July, July

all the parents of the children of December have a clutch
when you're born on Christmas, or the day before New Year's
they can sing happy birthday but but but but but but

make a little noise

make a little sound

oh, when you born in December
and it's hard to remember
well the 90's have ended
so what do you call this decade