Always had the dream, now I have the action

Spent my time hearing that this "Is wrong"

Broken down disasters, smoke filled empty rooms

And life from eye to eye and head to head

You'll never understand what this means to me

Not for approval, not yours anyway

Arrange by the numbers; arrange by your casualty

Defined by a submission to a common sense

That never had anything to do with me

As friends are made and lost

I always look back smiling

Never moved by struggle, fate or cost

I'd rather stay a loser and laugh at common sense

Than rely on safety nets and reminisce

As they struggle for mediocrity, Live