There was blood in the airI was on all fours, screaming, "Life isn't fair"Break down these wallsAs their marksmen hit their marksAnd their cloaks of justice are only cloaks, after all
Born young and wildDon't let them cut your tailJust a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fineOne last lifeline, I'm hanging high
Stay awake, oh, from the wolves you run barefootWith their libellous venomous words, they shootPulled and panicked, the door is lockedAnd you're trapped inside of your own heartIt's a spectator sportJust play your partJust play your part
Born young and wildAnd don't let them cut your tailJust a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fineOne last lifeline, I'm hanging high
Born young and wildDon't let them cut your tailJust a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fineOne last lifeline, I'm hanging high
Born young and wildDon't let them cut your tailJust a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fineOne last lifeline, I'm hanging high
Stay awake, oh, from the wolves you run barefootWith their libellous venomous words, they shootPulled and panicked, the door is lockedAnd you're trapped inside of your own heartIt's a spectator sportJust play your partJust play your part
Born young and wildAnd don't let them cut your tailJust a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fineOne last lifeline, I'm hanging high
Born young and wildDon't let them cut your tailJust a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fineOne last lifeline, I'm hanging high