My friends, don't leave me alone,
We're the rebels for the good cause,
The boys without a home,
I've heard you wanna move on,
Stop the record & press pause,
Time washed away our goals
Rou screams from the stereo
A group of friends can change the world
The Boss screams from the stereo
Tramps like us are born to run
Come what may I stand right beside you to hold your hand
The smallest gang around I'll be here to hold your hand
My friends let's leave home,
To change what has been f*cked up
By the greedy & the cold
A common goal, no common boys,
Don't stop the record, don't press pause
No one f*cks with our goals
We're screaming at the stereo
We fight until we're coming home
So many days out on the road,
I wish I could hold on, but it feels like
The boys without a home are dead & gone,
So many days out on the road,
I wish I could hold on, but it feels like
None of us are ever coming home.
Come what may I'll stand right here beside you.