A small house on the corner of a big town 
Where the people come to party and refuse to settle down.
The feeling of unrestraint, a vague sense of direction
We won’t use your method acting, we’re fine just being ourselves

This is our way
Isn’t it a shame? Whoa you know
You can’t stop us now.

We’re your home story where you’re “almost famous”
We’re just small town kids but that never stopped us
Intrepid we stand before their critical opinions
At least we have the intent to live the way we want to

This is our way, whoa
Isn’t it a shame? Whoa you know
You can’t stop us now


This is our way, whoa
Isn’t it a shame?
This is our way, whoa
Isn’t it a shame? Whoa you know
You can’t stop us now



                          Thanks to Bobby Lovver for these lyrics