Tools Of The Tirade
I've got two eyes. They spy every lie you hide between those lines.
I've got two ears. They hear every cry you drown out with that noise.
I've got 2 arms, two hands... and I clap to the rhythm.
I've got two legs, two feet, and you know we were born to run.
And now I'm running, we're running out of time...
You and I, we were always meant to die young.
Alive, you and I were born to run.
You know I won't go out without (without a fight)
while we're alive, but you and I, we were always meant to die young.
I've got one heart… it starts racing to the music… don't know when to stop.
I've got 10 fingers wrapped in two fists and I'm pounding on your door.
And I'll break it down if you won't let me in.
You and I, we were always meant to die young.
Alive, you and I were born to run.
You know I won't go out without (without a fight)
while we're alive, but you and I, we were always meant to die young.
Herramientas de la Diatriba
Tengo dos ojos. Espían cada mentira que escondes entre esas líneas.
Tengo dos oídos. Escuchan cada llanto que ahogas con ese ruido.
Tengo 2 brazos, dos manos... y aplaudo al ritmo.
Tengo dos piernas, dos pies, y sabes que nacimos para correr.
Y ahora estoy corriendo, estamos quedándonos sin tiempo...
Tú y yo, siempre estábamos destinados a morir jóvenes.
Vivos, tú y yo nacimos para correr.
Sabes que no me iré sin (sin pelear)
mientras estemos vivos, pero tú y yo, siempre estábamos destinados a morir jóvenes.
Tengo un corazón... que empieza a latir al ritmo de la música... no sé cuándo parar.
Tengo 10 dedos envueltos en dos puños y golpeo tu puerta.
Y la derribaré si no me dejas entrar.
Tú y yo, siempre estábamos destinados a morir jóvenes.
Vivos, tú y yo nacimos para correr.
Sabes que no me iré sin (sin pelear)
mientras estemos vivos, pero tú y yo, siempre estábamos destinados a morir jóvenes.