Rejects of this [bad word]  brief chaos
Lost [bad word] home
We've been waiting for you

One touch is too much
Set us off now we're rough
Slam with us
With the boys on the hill
Please, please, never tease
Rebel crew, slam with ease
Slam with us
With the boys on the hill

Times are changing, youth is raging
Sanction's dying, and we're rising
Above love

Red walls

We drive around and we don't even know
Where we're going all we know is that we
Don't need a reason, to drive around
And we don't even know where we're going
All we know is that we don't need a reason
I walk around and I don't even know what I'm
Saying all I know is that I'm losing my reason

Say what you mean to me
Mean what you say to me