I wish I was still a crazy man
With the strength of a dozen men
And the will to make a change
Stand my ground in the face and trial
To speak my piece with fist raised
For all the days wasted
And the many voices silenced
I had the youth and rage
Ignoring sense and calculation
To stand and pierce the armour
Where the destruction all began

If I was still as wild as then
It would just come naturally
Not to be afraid of maybe
And how it may happen
Out of my control
When I have always survived
From way below.
Crazy, crazy, long ago