We
We're the young lovers
Down on the streets
We're the wild ones baby
Cutting our teeth
We're the new stars
Of the tv screen
We're the new creation
Of the teenage dream

We just want to be someone
We just want to be loved
We just want to be someone
We just want to be free

We're the street trash
By the side of the road
Dangerous as dynamite
That one day may explode
The bright young things
Wear our hearts like a charm
Happy as the little pigs
In their shit on a farm

We just want to be someone
We just want to be loved
We just want to be someone
We just want to be free

And if we show our hearts
You just pick them apart
And if we speak of dreams
They're picked apart at the seams
Try to bring us down
But we're not going down
We're the bright young things
We will stand our ground
Till we die

We just want to be someone
We just want to be loved
We just want to be someone
We just want to be free
We just want to be someone
We just want to be loved
We just want to be someone
We just want to be free