Never choosing to be fools
To our triumph and defeat
Full of anger, full of doubt
Full of anger, full of doubt
From deliverance to the fall
We are constantly excused
And we're breaking all of the rules
In the shadow of retreat
From the cradle to the grave
We are the young ones crying out
And we're breaking all of the rules
Never choosing to be fools
In the battle and the heat
And we're breaking all of the rules
From the bitter to the brave
We are tired of being used
We are the young ones crying out
From the battle and the heat
We are the people, one and all
We are the young ones crying out
Full of anger, full of doubt