Since I was born they couldn't hold me down
Another misfit kid, another burned-out town

Never played by the rules I never really cared
My nasty reputation takes me everywhere

I look and see it's not only me
So many others have stood where I stand
We are the young so raise your hands

They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
We stand and we won't fall
We're the one and one for all
The writing's on the wall
We are the youth gone wild

March 27. The Penny Arcade. Rochester, NY.

While, maybe no one calls me a problem child anymore and my reputation isn't quite as nasty as it used to be and I sort of play by most of the rules now, it's still Skid freakin' Row and I will be there is all my post-youth gone wild glory.