[Verse] In the basement, where the music pounds (yeaaah) We're a generation, lost, but never found (never found) We wear our flannel shirts, ripped jeans on our legs With our Doc Martens, we stomp and beg (beggin', yeah) [Chorus] Livin' loud, like it's our last night (last night) Livin' wild, feelin' alive (yahh-yahh) No regrets, just the music in our veins (veins) We're the rebels of youth, breakin' the chains (yahh-yahh)
