LYRIC

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TIMES SURE HAVE CHANGED
SINCE THE TIME WHEN WE WERE KIDS
WHEN WE RAN THE STREETS
AND RAISED HELL AND THAT’S ALL WE DID

DRINKIN’ BEER IN THE BALL FIELDS,
ALWAYS READY FOR THE NEXT BIG FIGHT
WITH THE NEIGHBORHOOD PUNKS
WHO CAME OUT LIKE THE BATS AT NIGHT

BUT WITH AGE COMES A LIFE OF RESPONSIBILITY,
CAN’T LIVE IN THE PAST AND THE FUN THAT USED TO BE
A LOT OF TRUTH IN THAT, BUT WE SWEAR WE WON’T GIVE IN
AS WE HOP ON OUR BIKES AND HEAR THE ROAR OF OUR ENGINES

(CHORUS)
(‘CAUSE WE’RE) THE LAST OF THE WILD ONES
(YEAH) THE LAST OF THE WILD ONES
(OH) THE LAST OF THE WILD ONES
RIDE IN SPIRIT INTO THE DESERT SUN

A LOT OF LOVE AND A LOT OF LOSS
IN THOSE DAYS GONE BY
AND I’D BE A LIAR IF I SAID
I NEVER CRY

AND THE TEARS I SHED ARE BOTH
OF JOY AND PAIN
AS WE RAISE OUR GLASS IN HONOR
OF THEIR NAMES

AND THE BATTLE LINES
HAVE ALL BEEN DRAWN
GIVE INTO OUR FEARS
OR MAN WE SOLDIER ON

SO THROUGH THE FIRE
IS THE ROAD, THE ROAD WE CHOOSE
(AND) STAND WITH OUR BROTHERS
BOTH WIN OR LOSE (‘CAUSE)

(CHORUS)

SO CRANK UP THE MUSIC AND SHOUT IT OUT LOUD
NO MATTER WHAT AND FOREVER, STAND OUT FROM THE CROWD
HANDS ON OUR HEARTS, TAKE PRIDE IN OUR COUNTRY
DAMN SURE TEACH OUR CHILDREN, IN THE HOPES WE WON’T BE … (NO, NO, NO)

(CHORUS X3)

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