Verse 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 pages 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 fire sides And oh. Instrumental          We are coffeehouse cynics Too righteous too rigid to believe Disappointed romantics Scraping the hearts from our sleeves We’re the toothless drunk We’re the aging 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 fire sides 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 fire sides And oh. Outro