One, two, three
At the start, the words were plain
Angle -shooting geeks are insane
They were on an upward slide,
rock and roll, side by side
In the mud they had time to think
Top of the pumps or kitchen sink
They decided on an arrest
Fame was nice but life was best
Back among the darkened town
The angers being passed around
The ancient rebels, so they say
We'll live to fight another
day
All they could do was sing their blues
Their words became critic clues
They slowed down till they stopped
No room for them at the top
In the same old stale bedroom
Sniffing and drinking, mix and swoon
They try to rise but don't succeed,
cause rebels are a dying breed
Back among the darkened town,
the anger's being passed around
The ancient rebel soul, they say,
will not survive another day
They met up with loads of fools,
doing stuff without the rules
Now they live again
as they learn to sing another
snappy turn
Back among the darkened town,
the anger's being passed around
The an cient rebels, so they say
Will live to fight another day
The story of the ancient rebels
The story of the ancient rebels
The story of the ancient rebels
The story of the ancient rebels
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