Lost Boys

(альбом: Red Sky - 2000)

We're going out tonight
Looking for a bit of fun
There might be a fight
It could be with anyone

We're not scared of danger
Danger's just a flirt
Fear is still a stranger
When you know you can't be hurt

We're the ones who drive too fast
Get a little high on speed
Tag our names, show we existed
You can cut me, I won't bleed

Drugs are not the risk
Take a second look
It's the risk that is the drug
The dare that gets you hooked

We can drink till morning
Doing it all night long
When we go off without warning
It's just the timing that is wrong

Rebel, hero, coward, yob
All you do is change the name
To whatever suits the job
It has always been the same

We're the ones who flew the Spitfires
Charged the trenches, walked through mines
Sailed with Nelson, stood with Harold
Roared at Caesar, held the lines

We're the conscience of objectors
Rabble listed just for drink
We're the ones whose lives are over
In a second, in a wink

Brawlers, dreamers, scallywags
Poets, spoilers making noise
For all those who sleep in battlefields
The Peter Pans, the true lost boys