The Slip - Children Of December
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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
They can sing "Happy Birthday", but, but, but nobody hears them
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 hands so tightly
I was afraid to let it go
I was afraid to even know
I was holding something
In my heart so tightly
I was afraid to let it go
Oh, when you're born in December
And no one remembers
Well, the 90s 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
And that's 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
February's for Tim, we all know about him
March is for my mama, still writing in Dighton
And 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're born in December
And it's hard to remember
Well, the 90s have ended
So what do you call this decade?
'Cause their birthdays are the hardest to remember
When you're born on Christmas, or the day before New Year's
They can sing "Happy Birthday", but, but, but nobody hears them
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 hands so tightly
I was afraid to let it go
I was afraid to even know
I was holding something
In my heart so tightly
I was afraid to let it go
Oh, when you're born in December
And no one remembers
Well, the 90s 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
And that's 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
February's for Tim, we all know about him
March is for my mama, still writing in Dighton
And 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're born in December
And it's hard to remember
Well, the 90s have ended
So what do you call this decade?
