Five (arr. N. Ingman): II. Reveille - Jan A.P. Kaczmarek & Nick Ingman

Since I was born they couldn't hold me down Another misfit kid, another burned-out town I never played by the rules, I never really cared My nasty reputation takes me everywhere I look and see it's not only me So many others have stood where I stand We are the young, so raise your hands They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand and we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be Getcha a 3-piece wall street smile and son you'll look just like me I said "hi man, There's something that you oughta Know I'll tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row I look and see it's not only me We're standin' tall, ain't never a doubt We are the young, so shout it out They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Let me hear you wild They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild Yeah yeah yeah We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild

He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He don't play for respect He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable outcome The hidden laws of a probable outcome The numbers lead a dance I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart He may play the Jack of diamonds He may lay the Queen of spades He may conceal a King in his hand While the memory of it fades I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape, the shape of my heart And if I told you that I loved you You'd maybe think there's something wrong I'm not a man of too many faces The mask I wear is one But those who speak know nothing And find out to their cost Like those who curse their luck in too many places And those who fear a loss I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape of my heart That's not the shape, the shape of my heart