i don't care what they say
i won't go their way
i've already made up my mind
all the day long they think they're right
but they're wrong
we're running out of time
if i had my choice i would make it
so i just can't wait till tomorrow
that day when you come around this way
and take this all away
when you come back for me
clay pigeons they don't squeak
clay pigeons they don't speak
yet you shoot them out of the sky
i wan't to be so loud
shout above the crowd till the day that i die