We march into the city wounded but sound Showered by the praises from the unclean crowds Inside the throne room we feel so at ease It's as God intended and I'm sure he'd agree We are victorious, we are young With all the time in the world to regret what we've done Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall They'll celebrate our victory with pomp and circumstance Our faces grace the currency, the school rooms and stamps Holidays and avenues, boulevards and parks Our names ring on forever, shining beacons in the dark We are victorious, we are young With all the time in the world to regret what we've done Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall Generations later will come to tear us down Rip us from our pedestals then wheel us out of town Melt us down for daggers, zeal and rage Destroy our plazas, jackhammer our names We are victorious, we are young With all the time in the world to regret what we've done Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall Like Adam and Eve in springtime before the fall