I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh Open up the doors on 'em, we playing tonight Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights

What if nothing ever will change? Whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa Oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place I'm caught between your love and a hard place, oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place But I, I'd rather fight Than lose

(La, la-la-la, la, la, la) I go a swingin' school Whoa-whoa-whoa (Ah, Bobby, ah) (We're glad you go to a swingin' school) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) Chicks (ah)

In the basement, whoa down in the basement Oh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah. Oh where can you go when your money gets low? And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Our hearts, our souls Are shallow empty holes We sing this anthem for us all We're so fucked up Oh God, we're so alone Let's go, go, go, go We sing this anthem for us all, all, all, all We are the lost souls, we are the lost souls

When ashes fall the legends rise Whoa (legends rise) It's burning down, it's burning high We burned it out oh my oh why (Legends rise) Legs are tied, these hands are broken Alone I try with words unspoken Silent cry, my breath is frozen With blinded

You'd better Stop, before you tear me all apart You'd better Stop, before you go and a break my heart Oh whoa, you'd better stop All that I have, is all that you've given me Did you never worry, that I'd come to depend on you I gave you all my love, that

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh It's finally coming into focus (Focus) You're lying and I think you know it But you're too afraid to face the storm you helped create Yeah, this is bullshit (Bullshit) And did you think I wouldn't notice? (Notice) Cracks in your theory

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

Barefoot, blue jean night (Whoa-oh) We were shinin' like lighters in the dark In the middle of a rock show (Whoa-oh) We were doin' it right (Whoa-oh) We were comin' alive (Whoa-oh) Never gonna grow up (Whoa-oh) Never gonna slow down (Whoa-oh) Yeah,