///*****/// [Intro] (Snare roll, four-on-the-floor stomp, crowd clapping overhead) Alright! I see you down there! [Verse 1] She got her ticket with the money for the rent Hitchhiked ninety miles and she don't care where it went Denim jacket covered in the patches of the damned Lipstick like a warning and a whiskey in her hand She's been down at the barricade since half past three Holding her ground against a wall of security She knows every word before I ever sing a line She's been living in this record since the summer of seventy-nine [Pre-Chorus] And when the lights go up she doesn't blink, she doesn't hide She just throws her arms up and she takes the whole thing inside [Chorus] Hey, rebel in the front row, this one's for you For every night you fought the world just to get through You don't need permission and you don't need a crown You're the loudest, wildest, bravest thing in this town Rebel in the front row, sing it out loud! [Verse 2] They told her she was trouble when she was just fifteen Told her turn the radio down and be a quiet little dream But there's a certain kind of girl that you can never talk down She just turns it up louder and she burns the whole thing down Now she's up on somebody's shoulders with her fist against the light And the whole arena's moving in the shape of her tonight Somewhere there's a boss who thinks he broke her Monday morning But he never saw her Saturday, he never saw her roaring [Pre-Chorus] And when the lights go up she doesn't blink, she doesn't hide She just throws her arms up and she takes the whole thing inside [Chorus] Hey, rebel in the front row, this one's for you For every night you fought the world just to get through You don't need permission and you don't need a crown You're the loudest, wildest, bravest thing in this town Rebel in the front row, sing it out loud! [Guitar Solo] (Cocky, sliding, half-time struts then doubles into a rapid alternate-picked burst) [Crowd Call and Response] Whoa-oh-oh-oh! (Whoa-oh-oh-oh!) Whoa-oh-oh-oh! (Whoa-oh-oh-oh!) Come on! Louder! (Whoa-oh-oh-oh!) I love this town! [Breakdown] Drop the drums, just the bass and the boots Twelve thousand feet on the concrete moving Clap your hands, clap your hands Now put 'em up! Put 'em up! [Bridge] There's a thousand nights I never wanted to survive There's a hundred rooms I walked into more dead than alive But I look down at that face and I remember why I came Every broken kid down there is burning with the same wild flame [Final Chorus] Hey, rebel in the front row, this one's for you For every night you fought the world just to get through You don't need permission and you don't need a crown You're the loudest, wildest, bravest thing in this town Rebel in the front row, tear the ceiling down! Rebel in the front row, sing it out loud! [Outro] (Riff hammering, cymbals splashing, singer laughing into the mic) Security, be nice to her tonight! She's with the band!
