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 letters But this is the ding-dong, the doorbell 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, but can't show it This is the recluse, the goth girl This is the rebel, the punk poet We are the ones who react first We never speak till the last moment We've seen the wise ones at their worst We know what happens if we blow it We are the sunset, the soft kiss We are the children who came from it We are the names on the NOC list We are the tune that you're still humming This is the wasteland, the malltown These are the things we can do for it We are the backbeat, the breakdown We are the buildup, the last chorus This is the love song you write down When you wake up with no plans and no money This is the joke that you pass down When you hear it the tenth time, it's still funny We are the ones who react first We know what happens if we blow it We know for a fact that it gets worse And there's nothing to do now but keep going