If someone could break your neck
I'll be putting dreams in your eyes
And we'll be losing track of time
As we sail into the sun.
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Some ghost is strumming his guitar on the radio
Singing, Oh, the glory days are gone
But everything's okay, 'cause you take the risk to leave it all.