Long live the reckless and the brave, I don't think I want to be saved, my song has not been sung, so long live us, Looking out at a town called Suburbia, everybody's just fighting to fit in, little rats running mazes, having babies, it's a vicious little world, that we live in, Looking back at a life on the other side, I realize that I didn't fit in, didn't hate it, but I didn't quite relate it, to my precious little world, so long live the reckless and the brave, I don't think I want to be saved, my song has not been sung, and long live the fast times, so come what may, I don't think I'll ever be saved, our song has not been sung, Long live us! Breaking out of a town called Suburbia, I remember everybody always saying, "little brat must be crazy, never make it, in our vicious little world," still I'm leaving, Got a van, got a chance, got my dignity, got a dream, got a spark, got somewhere to be, take a breath, say goodbye, to their precious little world, so, long live the reckless and the brave, I don't think I want to be saved, my song has not been sung, and long live the fast times, so come what may, I don't think I'll ever be saved, our song has not been sung, Long live us! Long live the reckless and the brave, I don't think I want to be saved, my song has not been sung, Long live the reckless and the brave, I don't think I want to be saved, my song has not been sung, and long live the fast times, so come what may, I don't think that I'll ever be saved, I know, our song has not been sung, Long live us! Long live us!