Those of my age
We shall be rebels, we shall be ruthless
We shall ignore the old adages
Becoming bottles of brine
With shouts like sounds of animals
And dressed to get jacked up
By the dozen, by the hundred
Thank God we have our morals
Thank God we're almost twenty-one
Thank God we're not dead yet
So let's play a round of Russian roulette
Let's play a round
All around town
We shall be wild
We shall play with bullets
We shall be protectors, and persecutors
We shall love the bullshit
Becoming coffins of cancer
Fucking and fasting like animals
And dying to find out how to be fake
For a friendship, for a date
Thank God we have our morals
Thank God we have our freedom
Thank God we're not grown yet
So let's play a round of Russian roulette
Let's play a round
All around town
Let's play a round
All around town