Always had the dream, now I have the action
Spent my time hearing that this «Is wrong»
Broken down disasters, smoke filled empty rooms
And life from eye to eye and head to head
You’ll never understand what this means to me
Not for approval, not yours anyway
Arrange by the numbers; arrange by your casualty
Defined by a submission to a common sense
That never had anything to do with me
As friends are made and lost
I always look back smiling
Never moved by struggle, fate or cost
I’d rather stay a loser and laugh at common sense
Than rely on safety nets and reminisce
As they struggle for mediocrity, Live
