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 wrong 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 out 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?
