We are the children
of a million forgotten sunsets
a past that is lost,
written down as nothing more
than a memory, written
on the back of a cigarette packet
and tossed in the gutter.

Our chewing gum smiles
with dropped hip march
onwards through ages storm.
Our army darkens window panes
hoods covering shadowy forms.

We'll smash through lamplights glimmer
screaming banshees in the night
old institute walls will crumble
under the sounds of our marching heels.

by the scruff of the neck we'll take life
like a crumpled denim jacket
it's sleeves dragging in the dust,
kicking up a cloud to block out the stars.

And we will steal cars,
rob banks,
and drink until we forget
we will laugh at others misfortunes
and burn throught the night like thunder.