Ramones

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," Said I
Proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundation deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing that I'd become my enemy
In the instance that I preach