Oooo 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

Oooo 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