Like A Song...

Like a song I have to sing
I sing it for you
Like the words I have to bring
I bring it for youAnd in leather, lace and chains, we stake our claim
Revolution once again
No I won't, I won't wear it on my sleeve
I can see through this expression and you know I don't believe
Too old to be told, exactly who are you?
Tonight, tomorrow's too lateAnd we love to wear a badge, a uniform
And we love to fly a flag
But I won't let others live in hell
As we divide against each other
And we fight amongst ourselves
Too set in our ways to try to rearrange
Too right to be wrong, in this rebel songLet the bells ring out
Let the bells ring out
Is there nothing left?
Is there, is there nothing?
Is there nothing left?
Is honesty what you want?