Wild Ones

It's a cruel world, baby, it's true Takes a while, to seep into you

Well, it's dangerous to stand apart We are the crooked souls trying to start

Well, there's a young man standing there Never had a home, or anyone that cared

But he still dances in the rain Says he's thankful for the smell of spring

We are the wild ones, ooh We are the wild ones, hey

We are the wild ones, oh We are the wild ones, wild ones

We are the wild ones, ooh We are the wild ones, hey

We are the wild ones, ooh We are the wild ones, wild ones

We are the wild ones

Shaking chains, jars, begging for bread Everybody thinks you're better off dead