Lost Boys
We're going out tonight
Looking for a bit of fun
There might be a fight
It could be with anyone
We're not scared of danger
Danger's just a flirt
Fear is still a stranger
When you know you can't be hurt
We're the ones who drive too fast
Get a little high on speed
Tag our names, show we existed
You can cut me, I won't bleed
Drugs are not the risk take a second look
It's the risk that is the drug
The dare that gets you hooked
We can drink till morning
Doing it all night long
When we go off without warning
It's just the timing that is wrong
Rebel, hero, coward, yob
All you do is change the name
To whatever suit's the job
It has always been the same
We're the ones who flew the Spitfires
Charged the trenches, walked through mines
Sailed with Nelson, stood with Harold
Roared at Caesar, held the lines
We're the conscience of objectors
Rabble listed just for drink
We're the ones whose lives are over
In a second, in a wink
Brawlers, dreamers, scallywags
Poets, spoilers making noise
For all those who sleep in battlefields
The Peter Pans, the true lost boys