The Reckless and the Young

When a night of no regrets
Becomes something more than that
Now the pain is gone, my mind's still numb
And I can't hold a glass

Now our time at last has come
To be wild and bold and dumb
A claim for king, the last standing
The reckless son of a gun

And oh! (HEY!)
Well the tables have turned (HEY!)
And the signal fire has burned (HEY!)
Now the bugler is dead (HEY!)
And there's nothing left unsaid

Now I can't hold back
But there's something that I had
And it's on my tongue, the lighting's wrong
And I could swear I'm dead

Now it's time to say what's wrong
We will take whatever we want
We may be punks but we're not runts
The Reckless and the Young

And oh! (HEY!)
Well the tables have turned (HEY!)
And the signal fire has burned (HEY!)
Now the bugler is dead (HEY!)
And there's nothing left unsaid

(Oi! Oi! Oi!)

And oh! (HEY!)
Well the tables have turned (HEY!)
And the signal fire has burned (HEY!)
Now the bugler is dead (HEY!)
And there's nothing left unsaid



Credits
Writer(s): The London Outfit, Theo, Theodore Liao
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