They think we're just some kids
Stupid that don't know shit
Pointing their judgement guns
Shooting us just for fun
We don't follow your rules
We live the lives we choose
So if they think it's done
I'll tell it's just begun
To be yourself is no a shame
Our power burns like a flame
Oh oh oh
We are the wrong ones
Oh oh oh
Your bastard sons
We'll fight we don't run
Oh oh oh
So you can call us
The wasted youth
You batch of whole f*cking lies
Some people destroy your pride
But if you want the truth
None of them care about you
They will call you a freak
Laugh and them make you bleed
But you must look at your blood
And be proud you don't gave up
It's hard but you must believe
You should set yourself free
Oh oh oh
We are the wrong ones
Oh oh oh
Your bastard sons
We'll fight we don't run
Oh oh oh
So you can call us
Oh oh oh
We are the wrong ones
Oh oh oh
Your bastard sons
We'll fight we don't run
Oh oh oh
So you can call us
The wasted youth