Like a song I have to sing

I sing it for you

Like the words I have to bring

I bring it for you



And in leather, lace, and chains

We stake our claim

Revolution once again

No I won＇t...

I won＇t wear it on my sleeve

I can see through this expression

And you know I don＇t believe

Too young to be told

Exactly who are you

Tonight

Tomorrow＇s 

Too late



And we love to wear a badge, a uniform

And we love to fly a flag

But I won＇t...let others live in hell

As we divide against each other

And we fight amongst ourselves

Too set in our ways to try to rearrange

Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song

Let the bells ring out

Let the bells ring out

Is there nothing left

Is there, is there nothing

Is there nothing left

Is honesty what you want



A generation without name, ripped and torn

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain

Nothing at all

And if you can＇t help yourself

Well take a look around you

When others need your time

You say it＇s time to go...it＇s your time

Angry words won＇t stop the fight

Two wrongs won＇t make it right

A new heart is what I need

Oh God, make it bleed

Is there nothing left...