The era of apologies is over Feel free to celebrate your addictions You can drop all pretensions of grace and dignity Come together, young maniacs It's your time Your pathologies are your weapons Your fatalism's your saving grace Your self-destructive impulse and lack of self-respect Make you primed to inherit the time Oh, so don't look so sad, young maniacs Come on, take what's yours Hey Ah, so young maniacs, don't look so bored Come on, take what's yours You could drive to the beach Get wasted and take up arms You're young and abandoned, restless and unstable You've got nothing to lose Young maniacs, come on, take what's yours Come on