Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow You know you won't feel this way tomorrow Well, maybe I'm a little Rough around the edges Inside a little
Staring through the eyes of a cosmic breed Through distant skies above the fields Another face, another dimension A broken circle of human attention
Honey don't walk out I'm too drunk to follow You know you won't feel this way tomorrow Well, maybe a little rough around the edges Inside a little hollow
And she walks along by the river Where you can be alone with your dreams And she screams at the world, I'm done getting burned When do I get my chance
They come from the wrong side of the track Born a breed apart Can't tie em up, can't pin 'em down Always clinging to some old star They chase that restless
Seems like yesterday we were sixteen We were the rebels of the rebel scene He wore Doc Martens in the sun Drinking vintage cider having fun We were drinking
Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they
gathered in this hellish pit my domain this world of sin, rebels dome rebels raving with violent rage marching at the dawn of no return rebels sworn
Everybody run for your life the rebels are dead Bodies laying in the streets the gutters run red Religion burns bright in the minds of the foe Got the
I know you're scared Everybody gets a little bit of stage fright But we're prepared, and the mood is set And it's come together just right What should
Seems like yesterday we were sixteen, We were The Rebels of the Rebel Scene. We wore Doc Martens in the sun, Drinking vintage cider having fun. We were
Now I'm aimin' for Heaven But probably wind up down in Hell Where upon this alter I will hang my guilt ridden head But it's time, I'll take before I
Lights out niggas, you clowns The Murderers is here now, the game has changed You know what I mean, nobody knows you anymore Your records make no sense
Nous sommes les rebelles Nous marchons libres dans la rue La jungle nous appelle Rassemblons toutes nos tribus Rejoins notre raia Nous ne sommes pas des
Guns for the Afgan Rebels, And the rest the rest they've go to label The hammer and sickle seems so ficlke When the tanks are rolling in They fight
Into the ice age and the red numbers and the codes Now there's a canyon sized gap between the winners and the ones in the cold Into a new world on a clean
Teenage rebels rule okay I'll be damned if I work all day I think that you look okay I won't even look your way Teenage rebels out all night Teenage
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Rebels till we die can you hear our battle cry? from the streets coming at you and the warrior's fight is true Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi
