I＇m  on  the  roof  of  the  house  of  ages.

After  a  youth,  breaking  bars  in  the  cages.

Doom  brough  me  here  in  a  rolling  chair.

Under  wheels  it  died  but  I  will  not  forget,  youth.

In  golden  days  I  was  free  to  be  roaming

Laugh  and  disgrace  all  the  old  and  the  moaning.

Tear  down  iron  walls,  cut  the  reigning  balls.

Under  wheels  it  died  and  I  will  not  forget,  youth.

In  golden  days  I  was  free  to  be  roaming,  roaming,  roaming.

Laugh  and  disgrace  all  the  old  and  the  moaning,  moaning,  moaning.

From  my  window  I  can  see  people  staring  right  at  me.

From  my  window  I  can  see  rebels  fighting  in  the  street...

And  I  wanna  be  there