Lured by our love of heat
We, young men, came to your door
And kicked our boots in fuss
'Till we could kick no more
"I bleed boys", you smiled soft
And we all swaggered off
We howled loud and smashed towns
In place of any loss
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
Our knock-kneed fears of age
Show themselves in spite
We may be young and clean
Our fists are clenched so tight
Not so loud are our songs that you might not hear us come
We howled low and plot thick, deception on our tongues.
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
