I'm on the roof of the house of ages.
After a youth, breaking bars in the cages.

Doom brough me here in a rolling chair.
Under wheels it died but I will not forget, youth.

In golden days I was free to be roaming
Laugh and disgrace all the old and the moaning.

Tear down iron walls, cut the reigning balls.
Under wheels it died and I will not forget, youth.

In golden days I was free to be roaming, roaming, roaming.
Laugh and disgrace all the old and the moaning, moaning, moaning.

From my window I can see people staring right at me.
From my window I can see rebels fighting in the street...
And I wanna be there