so what the fucka re you going to do, kid? still rattling 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 things that you've been clinging to 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 skings your skinny bones clean to the bone. 'cause all this time you've been

searchin for something real and now th epressure is coming down on you. you've gotta

turn this despair inside 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 fuck 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.