We are bullied from the grave 
like worms by our fathers name 
Raise the finger like a pistol 
to get out of our way 
We are the rebels with a heart 
stitched on our sleeve 
Help the weak from their ashes 
to get back on their feet 

Bang Bang Bang Bang its out time 
Bang Bang its our time. 

Generation [bad word] Star 
lost have found their way 
Generation [bad word] Star 
revenge will have its day 
Cross Your Heart, we confide 
Put our [bad word] in Suicide 

wipe the spit from our face 
of authority 
who said we're nothing but a waste 
to the majority 
won't give our money to a church 
forcing us to believe 
We are [bad word] bound without them 
it's blasphemy 
Bang Bang Bang Bang its out time 
Bang Bang its our time. 

Generation [bad word] Star 
lost have found their way 
Generation [bad word] Star 
revenge will have its day 

Cross our Heart, we confide 
Put our [bad word] in Suicide