The Revolutions started   wont you get it in to your head dear boy   this could be the moment that   you have always waited for   in short you soul survives   on a growing sense of pride   that alcohol and one night stands   never could provide      oh don't you wanna be someone else   not just a face among the crowd   and as you throat gives birth   to a hurricane of words   your lungs give out      Standing there before the building   burning to the ground   the bodies of the fallen   lying all around   your mind gives way   to what might have been   if you had led them there   remember your dreaming      don't you wanna be someone else   not just a face among the crowd   and as your throat gives birth   to a hurricane of words   your lungs give out      why wont you move me   why wont you move me   why wont you move me      Sweet dismay   at your sudden shallow grave   if only you'd awake   before we die   the people they will rise   if only you'd awake         We're all under ground   we're letting the noise leak out   (noise leak out)   but we're all under ground   and we're letting our noise leak out   (they want you now)      They want me   they need me   just like the drugs   they feed on me   (fire) through friction   (hoping) and wishing   You could be someone   I could be missing      Don't you wanna be someone baby   gonna take this town   gonna make it ours then maybe   Ill escape with you to a tired town   where we'll spend or days just lying around   in the hot set sun where we're dying to be free again   Free from them oh      Were all underground   and were letting noise leak out   were all underground   were letting the noise leak out   (noise leak out)      They want me   they need me   just like the drugs   they feed on me   (fire) Through friction   (hoping) and wishing   You could be someone   I could be missing      I see the mourning sun in your eyes   shedding its tears for the few young men about to die   so lets get out of here we'll never turn around   we'll spend our summer nights in the underground   Tell me once more who do you wanna be tomorrow?      I see the mourning sun in your eyes   shedding its tears for the few young men about to die   so lets get out of here we'll never turn around   we'll spend our summer nights in the underground   Tell me once more who do you wanna be tomorrow?