Lyrics:

We can make this body tremble
We can make the earth quake
For all I know, we’ve got bad ideas
But silence will not dictate us

We’ll never listen
We don’t learn from our mistakes
We’ll never listen
Whatever you say

Will we crumble down to the ground?
Or will we shoot up high at the sky?
Jesus, make up your mind
We’ve got the rest of our lives
The rest of our lives to die

A box of cigarettes and a busy crowd
A parking lot of punk kids all around
The moon and night and the stereo
Were sounding like
The overture of our lives

We’ll never listen
We don’t learn from our mistakes
We’ll never listen
Whatever you say

Will we crumble down to the ground?
Or will we shoot up high at the sky?
Jesus, make up your mind
We’ve got the rest of our lives
The rest of our lives to die

Say it with me
We can do anything
We are young and free

Will we crumble down to the ground?
Or will we shoot up high at the sky?
Jesus, make up your mind
We’ve got the rest of our lives
The rest of our lives to die