Like a Song...

Like a song I have to sing I sing it for you Like the words I have to bring I bring it for you And in leather, lace and chains, we stake our claim Revolution once again No I won't, I won't wear it on my sleeve I can see through this expression And you know I don't believe Too old to be told, exactly who are you? Tonight, tomorrow's too late And we love to wear a badge, a uniform And we love to fly a flag But I won't let others live in hell As we divide against each other And we fight amongst ourselves Too set in our ways to try to rearrange Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song Let the bells ring out (Oh) Let the bells ring out (Oh) Is there nothing left? Is there, is there nothing? Is there nothing left? Is honesty what you want? A generation without name, ripped and torn Nothing to lose, nothing to gain Nothing at all And if you can't help yourself Well, take a look around you When others need your time You say it's time to go, it's your time Angry words won't stop a fight Two wrongs won't make it right A new heart is what I need Oh, God make it bleed Is there nothing left? (Oh)