with held hands and spray cans nflashlights held in our teeth nwe built tunnels under their concrete nand we once stole the floor right from under their feet nthey never saw it coming nbut after our laughter had given us away nremember how we ran all through the day? nand their shouts and batons were no match for our songs ni bet the chief of police drank a stiff one that night nnand someday we should give back all the traffic cones that we stole nand all the wrenches that we borrowed from your school nbut tonight we're both alone, so i'll call you on the phone nand we'll drink together from 300 miles away ndon't forget to remind me of things that i just shouldn't say... nngive us a toast! give us a light! nfor every ghost and bump in the night nfor every story we should never tell ngive us a toast to the nights we gave em hell! nnthe helicopter lights held us in their sights nand the megaphone drone echoed in the night nthey lowered their guns we sat down and linked arms nthey told us not to move, two hearts beat fuck you! nthey said you can be killed if you won't be bought nand with one hand in your's and one eye on the door ni said, captain, take your best shot! nnwell in retrospect that was not the best thing that could have said nbut i've never claimed to be diplomatic nbut it was our lucky day, and in the end we got away nand we passed out that night curled up on the floor of your attic nngive us a toast! give us a light! nfor every ghost and bump in the night nfor every story we should never tell ngive us a toast to the nights we gave em hell! nnnoh my friend things have been hard nand our old weaknesses are tearing us apart nsomething's been growing between me and you nit's the difference between the things that we say and the ones that we do nso here's to the days when that wasn't true and here's to the promise those days will come back soon... nnhere's one for the wobblies and one for the elves none for our comrades locked up in their cells none for the kids out there hoppin' and hitchin' nthe raider's of dumpsters, the punks with clean kitchens nto the mexican mother with a plan of attack na baby at her breast and a gun on her back nhere's to the day all the flags will be black nand each one comes packaged with it's own match! nhere's to the nights when no one sleeps alone nand you can't tell the difference between fire and stone nfor each little girl who just won't behave nif you wanna be free then you gotta be brave nif you ain't got no masters you can't be a slave! nwe're going somewhere at the edges of love nwe're through with the old world, we've had quite enough nyou best not be silent if you wanna come nget your fist in the air and start singing along... nnow pour me another, let's write the next song! nnwhen we're done think of all the empty bottles that we'll have ni'm sure we'll put them to good use n‘cause i hear sirens outside, so let's sing the chorus one last time nand then my friends let's do what we've gotta do ni think that we might have a date with the boys in blue... nngive us a toast! give us a light! nfor every ghost and bump in the night nfor every story we should never tell ngive us a toast to the nights we gave em hell!