To feed a fetish for the wolves 



Just like they did to you 



To follow up your cue 



The headline reads on Sunday morning 



Be careful what you choose 



Guess I'm an unborn slave 



Tragically far from grave 





I found a way to test a theory 



Parents living vicariously 



Molding all our minds 



Slowly bettering their lives. 



Until another goodbye, another warning 



The instigators are the two left mourning 





A rebel yell that everyone can scream 



Out loud 



Oh, let your voice be heard 



We're flying free birds 



A rebel yell that everyone can scream 



Out loud 



Oh, let your voice be heard 



We're flying free birds 





And who are we to blame for 



Certainly not the media 



Please give us the answers 



Oh, oh dear Mom and Dad. 



I'm writing you from prison, 



I'm writing from the streets 



Where I learned to get away for awhile 



To shoot down your selfish dreams 





I'm insecure from all of the talks that we've had 



This one's for you 



Oh so dear, sweet Mom and Dad. 



Another goodbye, another warning 



The instigators are the two left mourning. 





A rebel yell that everyone can scream 



Out loud 



Oh, let your voice be heard 



We're flying free birds 



A rebel yell that everyone can scream 



Out loud 



Oh, let your voice be heard 



We're flying free birds 





I've walked these lines 



To hold my own grandeur