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...