Ooh wild-eyed boy on the street With a preacher's heart Tore my way out of the city A priceless work of art I hear the guitars playing My Generation That used to be our song And I can feel the beat down on the boulevard High and alive Thought it would last forever We could not die I still can see all the sparks rising up from the heat On the Battle Boulevard Blood spills onto concrete and steel by the vendors stand Jesus Christ, I wish I had done something about that situation But no one gave a damn On every corner was a jukebox tough boy To take the whole world on They looked so razor sharp down on the boulevard High and alive I thought it would last forever Could not die I still can see all the sparks rising up from the heat On the Battle Boulevard High on a time I thought we would last forever On the Battle Boulevard And the boulevard was addictive Yes the boulevard owned your soul I'll meet you on the backstreets High on the battle road Ooh wild-eyed boy on the street With a preacher's heart They call your name out in the city On the Battle Boulevard High and alive Thought it would last forever Could not die I still can see all the sparks rising up from the heat On the Battle Boulevard Here's to a boy, dressed in the images of A day in our lives I still can see all the sparks rising up from the heat On the Battle Boulevard