Long live the reckless and the brave,
I don’t think I wanna 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 it
Little [bad word] mazes, having babies
It’s a vicisous little world,
that we live in.

Looking back at a life on the other side,
Realize that I didn’t fit in
didn’t hate, but didn’t quite relate it
To my precious little world

Long live the reckless and the brave,
I don’t think I wanna be saved,
My song has not been sung.
And long live the fast times [bad word] what may,
I don’t think I’ll ever be saved, 
our song has not been sung
So long live us.

Breaking out of a town called suburbia,
I remember everybody always saying
“Little brat must be crazy, 
never make it in our visious little world”

Still I’m leaving.

Got a van, got a change, got my dignity
Got a dream, got a spark got somewhere to be
Take a breath, say goodbye to their precious little world. (Say goodbye to me!)

Long live the reckless and the brave,
I don’t think I wanna be saved,
My song has not been sung.
And long live the fast times [bad word] what may,
I don’t think I’ll ever 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 wanna be saved,
My song has not been sung.
Long live the reckless and the brave,
I don’t think I wanna be saved,
My song has not been sung.
And live the fast times [bad word] what may,
I don’t think that I’ll ever be saved, (I know) 
our song has not been sung
Long live us,

Long live us!