Forget the loudest love songs we sang under your attic They always felt too quiet We should scream until the police shriek, "Hold it down"
We´ll tell them, "Yeah, alright" then bang the amplifiers
We´re not violent, we´re just some dumb kids getting wasted and knowing we´re alive There is anger, but it is just, it is power The kids are still alright We´re just too high to fight And it´s brave to be polite And to wear fake leather So, I carved your name in mine And I thought all about how we stumble around Until gravity sleeps and you slip and fall into me