A generation of rebels with too many causes
There's smoke in the air and we're all getting nauseous
If melanin colour's worth killing a goddess
We'll take to the streets and you'll see who the boss is

Sitting so high in your ivory tower
Six thousand die every 24 hours
Feeling kinda helpless while they fuck us
Then they tell us that we're dangerous, say we're extreme
Babe, we don't even еat meat

Keep talking back, oh you think you're so hard
Blood on your hands, oh you took it too far
House madе of glass and you laugh at the pebbles
The kids are all rebels, saw you dance with the devil

Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your
The kids are all rebels so you dance with the devil

Say that we're young, dumb and being too aggressive
Well, talk is cheap making moves is expensive
Breaking your rules, baby, we're making history
Listen to her 'cause I'm so sick of his story

Sitting up there getting high off a power trip
Buy your fake friends and fake love, bitch, it's counterfeit
Feeling kinda helpless while they fuck us
Then they tell us that we're the ones causing a scene
Maybe that's just what we need

Keep talking back, oh you think you're so hard
Blood on your hands, oh you took it too far
House made of glass and you laugh at the pebbles
The kids are all rebels saw you dance with the devil

Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your
Blood on your hands
Blood on your hands
Blood on your
The kids are all rebels, saw you dance with the devil

Keep talking back
Blood on your hands
House made of glass and you laugh at the pebbles
The kids are all rebels, saw you dance with the devil