We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles

We're the lost boys, in the supermarket isles

We're christmas dogs, dumped by the side of the road

Confused, we will run for miles

We are road rage

We are stone age

We are wild.

We are busted light bulbs, in a backstreet neon sign

We're the shaking gun, in a service station line

We'll drink though we're drunk,

We'll sink though we've sunk

We're fucked but we say that we're fine

We are rampage,

Missing back page's in our spine.

We long, for journeys and the roadside

We long, for starlight and the low tide

Yeah, we long, for fairy tales and firesides

And oh...

We are coffeehouse cynics,

Too righteous, too rigid to believe

Disappointed romantics,

Scraping the heart's from our sleeves

We're the toothless drunk,

We're the ageing punk

Yeah, we are adam,

We're the apple and we're eve

We are beggars with shiny pennies, on our knees.

We long, for sunlight on the hillsides

Yeah, we long, for yesterdays and hindsight

Oh, we long, for fairy tales and firesides

And oh...

Yeah we long for carnivals and fairground rides

Oh, we long for journeys and the roadsides

Oh, we long for fairy tales and firesides.