Out of my garden, passed the battle cruiser, We jumped over cemetery gates, There on the wasteland, we saw the horizon, I noticed your pupils dilate. PRE-CHORUS: They're at it again, let's roll just like we used to, In fields when we were young our hearts got lost in the circles, We had it all, a rise and fall. Came from the booze and the fags generation, And prayed for the mayhem to start, You said you were foolish but I saw the genius, In pulling the stitches apart. So raise your glass to the ones who have passed, And the ones that got away, ohh.