This crummy town
Is filled with wild boredom
A battleground
Rumbling like a wardrum now It gave us guts
It made us saints of danger
It woke us up
It made write to save us The gutter's alive
With young hearts tonight
The gutter's alive
With young hearts tonight The nothing kids
The restless and forgotten
We never fit
It's been our bravest weapon The gutter's alive
With young hearts tonight
The gutter's alive
With young hearts tonight It made us saints of danger
It made us saints