I know exactly how you feel. It doesn't matter what you say. I see the sun begin to set. And we gotta, gotta get away. I gotta patch of open road. I already miss you with all of my soul.
Everywhere we go we get pushed around. But why what's our crime. Just in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Were always out of line. And all of your restrictions.
The kids have the power in their hands. To venture out across the lands. Guitars loud and voices proud. No one can crush the wall of sound. . Rebels armed with song and verse.
Walk tall walk proud walk the way that you choose. The rebels must think or rebels can only lose. Were right to speak the truth. Were right to speak our minds.