She ain't waitin' on twenty-one candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do She ain't waitin' on twenty-one

I didn't know you'd be insane She's twisted, he's a rebel, she's sick, he's hard to handle The worst part of all is he just don't care She's twisted like a rope, that is wrapped around his throat Dreams can be so deceiving Pain in my neck, thorn in my

You ain't got them boxes all done up You ain't on the block 'til the sun up You ain't got your Glock for the summer And you ain't gonna pop for your gunner You ain't on the strip with the rebels (Nah) You ain't never rid on no devils You ain't with the

We were wannabe rebels that didn't have a clue In our rock n roll tee shirts and our typically bad attitudes Had no excuses for the things that we'd done We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly Man I don't know where the time goes Young, young But

Where we can be together, I promise you I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you I promise, I promise And when we walk down the street The wind sings our name in rebel songs But it's much to late when the fear is gone I will meet you in the next

His friends are all gone 'cause he's the last rebel He's the last rebel There's a grey horse standin' still As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride As the rain pours off his hat You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes Now the

Deconstructing their hold Our vengeance will be tenfold Declaration of rebellion We will not stand defeat Force feed them your ways Dictate up a blinded swarm Society's afraid Our enemy will by drowned

'Cause it's easy living, easy loving you The weatherman says rain today We'll saddle up and be on our way What's a little rain to a high ridin' rebel or two People keep searchin' for a reason why They say, "Life's a bitch and then you die", But I can't

And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge Staring down into a heartless sea Nothings what you thought it would be Proud swagger out of the schoolyard Waiting for the world's applause Rebel without a conscience Martyr without a cause Static on your

You can kiss my country ass If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer