Right now, all I can think about. Is let down, over this fucking crowd
The framework, of things that I’ve stood for. The same work, washed out through every score
I guess what they say is right, No one’s crazy anymore

Call me selfish, call me insecure, call me crazy, sometimes you’re right I’m sure
But when your heroes show themselves as pricks, don’t blame me for being idealistic
Just hope in 1979, they weren’t so full of shit

So tell me, why it has to be. That you scream for everything they say
When they just proved that they’ve lost the soul, well I’ll tell you, one thing I know for sure
when they tell me to get addicted, ill spit on the fucking floor

Because when we screamed, Viva! At the top, of our lungs
We meant long live revolution, and long live never giving in
Viva never giving in, viva never giving in

So right now, all I will think about. Is how to, never lose this shout
To never get too proud to get pissed at beers thrown from the crowd
Especially if my theme is to be dressed as a clown

Cuz nothing, makes me more bitter than being shot at by guns of glitter
By a man who, thinks he’s too good, to be brought back to his old neighborhood
When honestly I really wish he would

Because when he screamed , Viva! At the top, of his lungs.
He meant long live revolution, long live never giving in.
-------------------End of song clip is “Who Spilt My Beer?” by The Adicts-----------------