Like a song I have to sing,
I sing it for you.
Like the words I have to bring,
I bring them for you.
And in leather, lace and chains,
We stake our claim,
Revolution once again.

But I wont,
I wont wear it on my sleeve.
I can see through this expression
And you know I dont believe.
Im too old to be told,
Exactly who are you?
Tonight, tomorrows to late.

And we love to wear a badge, a uniform,
And we love to fly a flag.
But I wont let others live in hell,
As we divide against each other,
And we fight amongst ourselves.

Too set in out ways to try to rearrange.
Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song.
Let the bells ring out, is there nothing left?
Is honesty what you want?

A generation without name, ripped and torn,
Nothing to loose, nothing to gain,
Nothing at all.
And if you cant help yourself,
Well take a look around you
When others need your time.
You say its time to go its your time.
Angry words wont stop the fight.
Two wrings wont make it right.
A new heart is what I need,
Oh god, make it bleed,
Is there nothing left?