He made his way back to the old town And everything looked just the same The shops and the schools and the factories were there But somehow the faces had changed
So he went for a walk in the high street Took his coat off and rolled up his sleeves He thought of his father and his father before him And how he was the first one to leave
Well he didnīt come here for forgiveness There isnīt a lot they can say Cause I remember the reasons he first ran away
Heīs a rebel Just a rebel Got his back to the wall Gonna fight ītil he falls Heīs a rebel
Donīt ever look back - donīt surrender The old men say theyīve seen it before Oh they drink their beer and they talk about friends Who didnīt come back from the war
Donīt say heīs too young to remember Donīt tell him whatīs wrong or whatīs right Just give him a chance to get out there and fight
Heīs a rebel Just a rebel All the battles are won But heīs still on the run Heīs a rebel
When it comes time for leavinī Donīt stand in my way Thereīs nothinī left for me here Gonna run, run away
In the morning he walks past the old house In the rain under grey northern sky Thereīs a new coat of paint on the front garden gate But thereīs more there than first meets the eye
For a moment he stands undecided Looking back on the days of his youth As two worlds collide in a moment of truth
Heīs a rebel
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