Like a song I have to sing I sing it for you. Like the words I have to bring I bring it for you. And in leather, lace and chains we stake our claim. Revolution once again No I won't, I won't wear it on my sleeve. I can see through this expression and you know I don't believe. Too old to be told, exactly who are you? Tonight, tomorrow's too late. And we love to wear a badge, a uniform And we love to fly a flag But I won't let others live in hell As we divide against each other And we fight amongst ourselves Too set in our ways to try to rearrange Too right to be wrong, in this rebel song Let the bells ring out Let the bells ring out Is there nothing left? Is there, is there nothing? Is there nothing left? Is honesty what you want? A generation without name, ripped and torn Nothing to lose, nothing to gain Nothing at all And if you can't help yourself Well take a look around you When others need your time You say it's time to go... it's your time. Angry words won't stop the fight Two wrongs won't make it right. A new heart is what I need. Oh, God make it bleed. Is there nothing left?