You were a child, crawling on your knees toward it
Making momma so proud
But your voice is too loud
We like to watch you laughing
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 wanting
To be haunted
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanting
To be haunted
The water is warm, but it's sending me shivers
A baby is born
Crying out for attention
The memories fade like looking 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 wanting
To be haunted
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanting
To be haunted
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanting
To be haunted
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanting
To be haunted
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanting
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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