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