Guessing, about what we feel inside
They never know what are talking about
We are living, living to the edge
And they are nothing, are nothing to me

Get up, we are all insane
There is something, that they all blame
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bad (dead) reputation

We are learning, with our own mistakes
And they are giving us another chance
To learn, with their wrong way
They write a sentence with half phrase

Get up, we are all insane
There is something, that all they blame
Live it up, with your reputation
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bad (dead) reputation