Living like legends, we're thrown back like a bone Caught by a dog, we won't give it up No, we won't give it up Coming up round the bend, we try hard to mend The fan says we beat down with our fists We beat them down with our fists You painted windows on the walls In that old house you could see it all You saw a sky inside And said this is home Lovers will leave us alone, once we have grown And there are no surprises anymore Our children will take their reigns Once we grow old in our ways Stories untold, but in song You painted windows on the walls In that old house you could see it all You saw a sky inside And said this is home Coming up round the bend, we try hard to mend The fan says we beat down with our fists We beat them down with our fists