di Nowels, Alexander
NEW RADICALS
Wake up kids
We’ve got the dreamers disease
Age 14 we got you down on your knees
So polite, you’re busy still saying please
Frienemies, who when you’re down ain’t your friend
Every night we smash their Mercedes-Benz
First we run, and then we laugh ‘til we cry
But when the night is falling
You cannot find the light
You feel your dreams are dying
Hold tight