So what the f**k are you going to do, kid?
Still ratting at the chains of the gates of the world...
But you can't quite
pretend.
Still tasting youth's bitter exile here in your empty generation's wasteland...
Where all the things that you've been
clingingto are being ripped from your hands.
Restless soul this place will never be your home.
And if you wanna have it
all...
You've gotta let it all go.
Before the adult world strings you up and skins your skinny bones clean to the bone.
'Cause
all this time you've been searchin' for something real
And now the pressure is coming down on you.
You've gotta turn this
despairinside out and turn it into your way out.
'Cause heaven knows you're sinking and I know we're much the same...
So cheers
to our rebel hearts...
Not just another f**k you...
But a bedside love song for a chosen few.
We feel like we've been left in the
wind to die in the dust...
With no one speaking to us...
So we are speaking up.
Throwing out our anchor against the fear.
Your
revelation time is near.
So try and listen to the voice urging you on...
Saying...
This is it kid...
This is your last
chance...
And this is the only way to glory...
And this is our last dance.