Long live the reckless and the brave,
I don’t think I wanna be saved,
My song has not been sung.
So, long live us!

Looking out at town called Suburbia,
Everybody’s just fighting to fit in,
Little rats running mazes, having babies,
It’s a vicious little world that we live in.

Looking out, got a life on the other side,
I realise that I didn’t fit in,
Didn’t hate it, but I didn’t quite relate it
To my precious little world.

So, long live the reckless and the brave,
I don’t think I wanna be saved,
My song has not been sung.
And long live the fast times so come what may,
I don’t think I’ll ever be saved,
Our song has not been sung.
Long live us!

Breaking out of a town called Suburbia,
I remember everybody,
Always saying little brat must be crazy,
Never make it in our vicious little world,
Still I’m leaving.

Got a van, got a chance, got my dignity,
Got a dream, got a spark, got somewhere to be,
Take a breath, say goodbye to the precious little world.

So, long live the reckless and the brave,
I don’t think I wanna be saved,
My song has not been sung.
And long live the fast times so come what may,
I don’t think I’ll ever be saved,
Our song has not been sung.
Long live us!
Long live us!

Long live the reckless and the brave,
I don’t think I wanna be saved,
My song has not been sung.

Long live the reckless and the brave,
I don’t think I wanna be saved,
My song has not been sung.
And long live the fast times so come what may,
I don’t think I’ll ever be saved,
I know our song has not been sung.
Long live us!
Long live us!