Do you like to boogie-woogie' Where's the party' I want to free my soul Where's the party' I want to lose control Dance with my, dance with my Music makes the people come together, yeah Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Control, control, control,

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

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

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

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

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

Bring out the love Bring out the rebel And the lovers we be Will bring sweet harmony Then it would bring out the love And the rebel in you Bring out all the love in me My love is deeper than the ocean Our love is in need of sweet devotion

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

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 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