| E | B7 | |
| The Wild Boys are calling on their | way back from the fire |
| E | B7 | |
| In August moon surrender to a | dust cloud on the rise |
| C | A | |
| Wild Boys fallen | far from glory |
| E | B7 | |
| Restless & so hungered on the | razor's edge you trail |
| E | B7 | |
| Because there's | murder by the roadside in a | sore, afraid new world |
| C | D | C | A | |
| They tried to | tame us looks | like they'll | try again |
| Chorus; |
| E | D | B7 | |
| Wild Boy | s never | loose it |
| E | D | B7 | |
| Wild Boy | s never | chose this way |
| E | D | B7 | |
| Wild Boy | s never | close your eyes |
| A | C | D | |
| Wild Boys alway | s | shine |
| E | B7 | |
| You've got | sirens for a welcome. There's | blood stains for your pain |
| E | B7 | |
| And your | telephones been ringing while you're | dancing in the rain |
| C | A | |
| Wild Boys wonder | where is glory |
| E | B7 | |
| Where is all you angels now the | figure heads have fell |
| E | B7 | |
| And | lovers war with arrows over | secrets they could tell |
| C | D | C | A | |
| They tried to | break us, looks | like they'll | try again |
| Repeat Chorus |