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Bad Kids

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[80s British, Progressive Rock, Disco-Rock, Pop-Rock] A hypnotic, atmospheric rock track at 104 BPM, Built on a steady four-on-the-floor disco beat and a funky, melodic bassline in D minor, Features a clean, muted funk rhythm guitar strums and lush, sustained organ pads, The vocals are a cynical, sneering male lead in the verses, contrasting with smoother, layered melodic harmonies, The song must end with a long, expressive, and melodic lead guitar solo with soaring bends and heavy delay, Two vocalists: one is mid-range, cynical, and sneering, with a slightly nasal quality, It's more of a rhythmic, spoken-singing style than pure melody, Other is smoother, more melodic, and higher in register, providing the melodic counterpoint and harmonies, Children choir backing vocals, Chord progression: F, C, Dm or G, Dm
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[Spoken word] Teach me something I already know Say you're just preparing me for life Say I'm bad because I think that it's all wrong When they can't help themselves but to sit around Saying that we're a generation of selfish brats While they're not cleaning up the mess they made for us [Chorus] So go on Tell me again How you don't have any real friends Tell me again Tell me again Say that we're bad kids Say we're just bad kids Oh No We're not [Spoken word] Say I'm just a little rebel Say I'm just a little bit wild While they're sitting in a chair and passing out drugs Saying that we don't know what it is that we really want But I think that the fact of the matter is You can say whatever you want to say But we're not [Children choir] Say that we're bad kids Say we're just bad kids Say we're just bad kids Say we're just bad kids [Spoken word] It's a lesson that you learn too late When you find that it's too hard to change And now you're sitting on a floor Trying to meditate But there's nothing you can do 'cause your life's at stake And you're old And you're tired And you can't sleep 'Cause you're thinking about all the people you could've been And you can't help yourself but to sit around Saying that we're a generation of selfish brats While you're not cleaning up the mess you made for us [Chorus] So go on Tell me again How you don't have any real friends Tell me again Tell me again Say that we're bad kids Say we're just bad kids Oh No We're not [Spoken word] No No No We're not No No No We're not