what ecstatic delinquency
bring out that teenage spirit
to want to travel the world
and remove a brick from the Berlin wall
you've got some nerve coming here
in some whimsical vengeance
they're making bon fires
flaming torches held out in delight
everyone's withdrawing in freight
and soon to draw their knives
they need the taste of iron on their blades
and the opposing side have their weapons drawn
seeking for a reason for heart beating
we've all got these portraits of ourselves
the end of the world on a camera phone
because someone's gotta remember
And the stars will fall flaming bright
such beauty and destruction
a perfect start to a revolution
the beginning of a movie
or a story to tell our children
if our children existed in the future
hope their meals will be more than ashes
cause I want to teach my son to ride a bike
and my daughter how to paint
Where's the green grass gone?
Now it's a stale building
Where's my future?
Where's my children's?
