Long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I want to be saved, My song has not been sung. So long live us.
Looking out at a town called Suburbia, Everybody’s just fighting to fit in, Little rats running mazes, Having babies, It’s a vicious little world, That we live in, Looking back at life now, On the other side, I realize that I didn’t fit in, Didn’t hate it, But I didn’t quite relate it, To my precious little world.
So long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I want to be saved, My song has not been sung.
And long live the fast times so come what may I don't think I want to be saved Our song has not been sung. Long live us.
Breaking out of the town called suburbia, I remember everybody always saying, “Little brat must be crazy, Never make it, In our vicious little world,” Still I’m leaving Got a van, got a chance, Got my dignity, Got a dream, got a spark, Got somewhere to be, Take a breath, say goodbye, to their precious little world
So long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I want to be saved, My song has not been sung.
And long live the fast times so come what may I don't think I want to be saved Our song has not been sung. Long live us Long live us
Long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I want to be saved, My song has not been sung.
Long live the reckless and the brave, I don’t think I want to be saved, My song has not been sung.
And long live the fast times so come what may I don't think I want to be saved My song has not been sung. Long live us Long live usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
