Sitting in my room painting the world

And the kids are not alright

Good England thrown to the wolvesAnd the lunatics taking over

Heaven I found under my demons

And the smoking gun

That you found

Lying on the ground

I′m just sitting painting the world

And the kids are not alright

When I don't have a choice

That′s when I find my voice

I'm not trying to be

What you want me to be

I'm not your friend I′m your Queen

You′re quickly losing your scene

I'm not trying to be what you want me to be

Woah (woah woah)

Woah (woah woah)

Woah (woah woah)

Woah

The kids are not alright

Standing up in front of a mountain

And I don′t want to fight

The clouds answer to no one

They don't need the sun

The streets are dark and the gas light leads me

Soon I′m out of sight

Howling back

Back at the moon

I'm just sitting painting the world

And the kids are not alright

When I don′t have a choice

That's when I find my voice

I'm not trying to be

What you want me to be

I′m not your friend I′m your Queen

You're quickly losing your scene

I′m not trying to be what you want me to be

Woah (woah woah)

Woah (woah woah)

Woah (woah woah)

Woah

The kids are not alright

Woah (woah woah)

Woah (woah woah)

Woah (woah woah)

Woah (woah woah)

Woah (woah woah)

Woah

The kids are not alright