(Five, four, three, two, one, ah!)
You were a child crawlin' on your knees toward it
Makin' mama so proud, but your voice is too loud
We like to watch you laughin'
You pick the insects off plants, no time to think of consequences
Control yourself, take only what you need from it
A family of trees wantin' to be haunted
Control yourself, take only what you need from it
A family of trees wantin' to be haunted
The water is warm, but it's sendin' me shivers
A baby is born cryin' out for attention
The memories fade like lookin' through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions are made and not bought
But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot, I guess not
Control yourself, take only what you need from it
A family of trees wantin' to be haunted
Control yourself, take only what you need from it
A family of trees wantin' to be haunted
Control yourself, take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanted to be haunted
Control yourself, take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanted to be haunted
Control yourself, take only what you need from it
A family of trees wantin' to be haunted
Control yourself, take only what you need from it
A family of trees
About This Song
"Kids" is a wistful meditation on the loss of childhood innocence and the inevitable transition into adulthood, exploring how growing up means learning restraint and self-control. The lyrics juxtapose carefree childhood imagery-crawling, laughing, picking insects-with the repeated command to "control yourself," suggesting the painful process of socialization that strips away natural spontaneity. Musically, the song features MGMT's signature blend of dreamy synth-pop and psychedelic elements, with shimmering keyboards and a hypnotic melody that perfectly captures the nostalgic, bittersweet tone. The track's ethereal production creates a sense of looking back through a "fogged mirror" at memories that are already fading, making it both deeply personal and universally relatable. "Kids" became one of MGMT's most beloved songs because it captures something essential about the melancholy of growing up-the way adulthood demands we suppress our natural impulses and conform to expectations, even as we mourn what we've lost.
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