Who cares if they think that fragile youth´s too kitchen sink?
Set hard times in ink.
Why would you say my days are through when I´m thinking of you?
If you doubt us then you´ll find...we´ll leave you behind.

Faceless crowds will sing in lazy praise of bright young things.
Let their words sink in.
Why would you say my head´s a mess?
You know I couldn´t care less.
By the time we leave this hole, we´ll see their heads roll.

Hearts are burning...we´ll all flee this town
It won´t drag us down again.

Who cares if they think that fragile youth´s too kitchen sink?
Set hard times in ink.
Why would you say your days are through when I´m thinking of you?
By the time we leave this hole, we´ll see their heads roll.