I want to live

I don’t want to study
I want to have fun,
to get drunk with everybody,
not to play with toy gun.

I don’t need pens,
I don’t want to read.
I want to dance.
Bro, turn this beat.

I want to live. The life is mine.
I know, my head is crazy.
It makes me feel fine.
For fun I’m not lazy.

Parents don’t understand
that we want to celebrate alone.
They hold us by the hand
and they lead us home.

We are crazy, we are young.
We want to go out.
You aren’t part of our song. Sorry, but we leave out.