The bands I like, they don't sell too many records
And the girls I like, they don't kiss too many boys
Books I read will never be best sellers, yeah
But come on fellas at least we made our choice, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What do we want?
And when do we want it?
And how would we feel if we knew that we were never gunna get it?
And where did we start from?
And where are we going?
Can anyone here say with any certainty that they know what they're doing?

Ever feel like an awkward understudy thrown into a cast where you just don't get along?
Crowd and the crew all standing silent staring and you can't shake the feeling that somehow you're doing it wrong

What do we want?

Mum and dad always seem like that had a plan
Everything fell apart when mum moved on, now dad's a broken man
And all these decisions that keep getting made
I can't remember making them and nobody wants to explain

We're all awkward understudies wearing comfortable shoes getting comfortable with doing it wrong
Missed the dress rehearsals and we had to rush a drink before the show but now it's show time and we're singing our song!

Because the bands I like, they don't sell too many records
And the girls I like, they don't kiss too many boys
Books I read will never be best sellers, yeah
But come on fellas at least we made our choice

The bands I like, they don't sell too many records
And the girls I like, they don't kiss too many boys
Books I read will never be best sellers, yeah
But come on fellas at least we made our choice

Be a fan of every band that made you want to move your feet
Fall along with every person who ever made your heart want to skip a beat
So come on, come on, come on!
What do we want?
We shall not overcome!
We shall not go well!
Hey, hey!

Because the lives we lead, they will be so very perfect
And the plans we make made us serve some kind of purpose
But the hearts we meet still beat the way they used to
If you're doing it wrong, well yeah what you gunna do?

What do we want?