Tommy was a misfit kid, the son of disaster
He used to do the talking with the bullet from his gun
He was a kind of free bird, flyin' high n' fast
Enraged, born to die free, he was born a rebel
Bryan left this world just a few days ago
He died before his time, he never went slow
We'll remember you my friend, Bryan was the best
Holding him was like holding a hurricane
He was born a rebel
Blast me up
Gimme shivers down my spine
Gimme a load of adrenaline
Make me feel alive
Can't tame a wild heart
Feed me with dynamite
A shot of poison to get high
One more kick before I die
Can't tame a wild heart