This is the last time   We back down   It's getting too big now   To ignore it      We saw the knock-down,   The drag-out   We knew the dead men   Who paid for it      We've heard the tough talk   Of dead letter   This is the ding-dong   Of doorbells      What do you do when   The stock plummets?   You break out the eight-track   And raise hell      We are the tick-tock   The time bomb   We wanna protest    We can't show it      This is the recluse,    The goth girl   This is the rebel,   The punk poet      We are the ones who   Play actors   And we never speak 'til   The last moment      We've seen the wise ones   At their worst   We know what happens   And we blow it      We are the sunset,   The soft kiss   We are the children   Who came from it      We are the names on    The not list   We are the tune that   You're still humming      This is the wasteland,   The mall town   These are the things we   Do for it      We are the back-beat   The breakdown   We are the build-up,   The last chorus      This is the love song    You write down   When you wake up with no friends   And no money      This is the joke that   Gets passed down,   When you hear it the tenth time   It's still funny      We are the ones who   Play actors   We know what happens   And we blow it      We know for a fact that   It gets worse   And there's nothing to do now   But keep going