"Wake up kids, we’ve got the dreamers disease, age 14 we got you down on your knees, so polite, you’re busy still saying please, Fri - enemies, who when you’re down ain’t your friend, every night we smash their Mercedes - benz, First we run and then we laugh till we cry, but when the night is falling, and you cannot find the light, if you feel your dream is dying, Hold tight-You’ve got the music in you"