Lyrics

I was nothing but a hungry boy looking for something new
And it was nothing but an endless dream
But it was something
Something like a dream come true
I was out on the prowl
Down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal
I've been running with the pack now
Every day, every night
I feel the fever grow
Do you know what it's like?
All revved up with no place to go
Do you know what it's like?
All revved up with no place to go
Well, let the revels begin
Let the cages be opened
Let the flags all be unfurled
I'm just a blue-eyed, blonde-haired, black-hearted boy
Killing time until the end of the world
What's the meaning of life?
What's the meaning of it all?
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
You gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl
Every day, every night
I feel the fever grow
Do you know what it's like?
All revved up with no place to go
Do you know what it's like?
All revved up with no place to go
Wasted youth
Wasted youth, ah
Wasted youth
Wasted youth
They got a file on you and it's a mile long
And they say that I've got all of the proof
That you're just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth
You know that you're in need of some radical discipline
You know you gotta face the truth
I bet you're just another case of arrested development
And just another wasted youth
They say I'm wild, and I'm reckless (wild, wild, wild)
You should be acting your age (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I'm an impressionable child in a tumultuous world
And they say, "You're at a difficult stage"
But it seems to me to the contrary
Of all the crap they're going to put on the page
That a wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth)
A wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth)
A wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth)
A wasted youth is better by far (wasted youth)
Than a wise and productive old age (wasted youth)
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age
A wasted youth is better by far
Than a wise and productive old age
Well, I was nothing but a desperate all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And it was nothing but an endless all-American dream
But it was something like a dream come true
I was out on the prowl, down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal, I was running with the pack
But every day and every night
I feel the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
All revved up with no place to go
Written by: Jim Steinman
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