Lured by our love of heat
We, young men, came to your door
And kicked our boots in fuss
Till we could kick no more
I bleed boys, you smile soft
And we all swaggered off
We howled loud and smashed towns
In places of any lost

These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember

Our knock-kneed fears of age
Show themselves in spite
We may be young and clean
Our fists are clenched so tight
Not so loud are our songs
That you might not hear us come
We lay low and plot thick
Deception on our tongues

These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember
These are the people that you must remember