We were young and restless and crazy

And tomorrow was a past that would go

Angry and hungry believers

In a world we would change once and for all

Living on instinct was easy

We had no use for targets or goals

Never stray never bored, never lonely

Life was just to rock and to roll

Running on great expectations

Never short of narcissistic supply

Children of unknown generation

Refusing to be buried alive

Rambling from station to station

On a trail of a runaway train

Travellers with no destination

We owned nothing and had nothing to claim

Boys were handsome and racing

Girls were willing and eager to play

Sleeping around wasn't evil

Morals didn't stand in our way

Turned out truth was a falsification

Happiness a lie and a curse

Justice a false allegation

Stand in line and no one will get hurt

Now we're old and our voices are shaky

From screaming in the desert too long

We are tired and our vision is blurry

But at least our souls have never been sold

At least our souls have never been sold

Live fast, die young, stay pretty

That's what we aimed for and had

Moody, rusty and cranky

Good Lord, take a look at us now