And if we decide that freedom is impossible then we'll prove ourselves right!
But if that is the truth, well then
I think that there is worse things in this world than being wrong!
And I suppose you gotta be a little crazy to believe
That we shall be free, but I'm insane!
And I'm not alone!
No, I'm not alone! No, no, no, no, no, I'm not alone!
Unless it's just the punk rock show talking to me
Sing along the words that you can't hear over the sound of your friends
Over the sound of the kegs, over the sound of the beer!
The painted doors they treat this house like anarchy could work
But you aren't ready yet!
And you aren't alone!
And you aren't alone, No, no, no, no, no, you aren't alone!

And I'm not sure that we are what we eat
But I'm pretty sure we smell like what we do
So I might smell like trash when I've been taking it out
What's your excuse?
What's your excuse?
I fell in love again that time that you said
"Fuck every cop who ever did his job!
And fuck every bank that never got robbed!
And fuck all the other banks, especially mine."
I know that you've been dealing with that awful feeling
That we're running out of time. And so have I
But we aren't alone!
No, we aren't alone! No, no, no, no, no, we aren't alone!