Yeah we're out Hanging around Up till it's really that late Stick around Never this town Talking 'bout things that we hate Wide awake Every mistake With our heads up, hands down Yeah we aim High above fame With a worn-down half-crown Bomber jacket, jeans, sneakers and a pack of cigarettes Armed only with our wits, few dollars in our pockets We're vomit prophets singing We don't care what we don't know While drinking gin and tonic Till we're sober we won't go We're dancing at our own tears Learning to fall on our own While were hiding our own fears Tryin'a figure out life with our phones We're great but we still don't know it yet Can't sleep too early late to go to bed Dead famous but only on the internet Yeah this is who we are We're young and hungry poets 8x Lala-lalala-lala ri lala li lala 4x STANZA #2: Turnaround Call Em all out Hate everything that is fake Shut it out Shout it out loud Look but you never should taste Got dreams from the back our necks That's creepin like a fever Everything that made no sense We make sense coz we're dreamers We're great but we still don't know it yet Can't sleep too early late to go to bed Dead famous but only on the internet Yeah this is who we are We're young and hungry poets 8x Lala-lalala-lala ri lala li lala 4x