I was born in the late 1990s
Never found a place to call my home
Stroke of luck and I found my calling
Paid the piper and my cell phone
Something in the passion, in the fashion
In the wilderness, in all of the madness
Made me stand on my own two feet
Angels and devils come dance with me
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be
Warrior, warrior, do you wanna be,
Kickin' rocks in the jail cell alone and
Told a rock like a distant memory
Queen of hearts and the drum beat slowly
To the rhythm of the voice
Something in the passion, in the fashion
In the wilderness and all of the madness
May we stand on my own two feet
Angels and devils can dance with me
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be
Burnin' all the maps in a heated chorus
Bite my tongue and leave me porous
Burnin' all the maps in a heated chorus
Bite my tongue and leave me porous
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be
I don't wanna be a warrior
I don't wanna be a warrior
