My name is Al
I speak in the name of all the young people calling for a better world
And we live and we die at the throw of a dice
We create and we are pa**ionate by the stars
We go our way to Mandalay
We know the truth is out of grammatical rules
We live and we die at the throw of a dice
We create and we are pa**ionate by the stars
We debate and we are separate by the yards
We feel dusty to the skin, the dust of the whole country's in
Our eyes, our ears, our mouth, and we feel like pretty orphans