We are the people, one and all   From deliverance to the fall   From the battle and the heat   To our triumph and defeat      We are the young ones crying out   Full of anger, full of doubt   And we're breaking all of the rules   Never choosing to be fools      We are tired of being used   We are constantly excused   In the battle and the heat   In the shadow of retreat      We are the young ones crying out   Full of anger, full of doubt   And we're breaking all of the rules   Never choosing to be fools      We are the people, one and all   From deliverance to the fall   From the bitter to the brave   From the cradle to the grave      We are the young ones crying out   Full of anger, full of doubt   And we're breaking all of the rules   Never choosing to be fools