Wild Boys Live at Live 8, Circus Maximus, Rome, 2nd July 2005

It's Anya Stockingfeet! And Rondo Stockingfeet! Wild boys, wild boys, wild Boys! Wild boys. Are calling on their way back from the fire. An August moon surrender to a dust Cloud on the rise. Wild boys burning bright from glory, Reckless sense of hunger. On the razor's edge you trail because there's Murder by the roadside in a soul That framed the world. They tried to break ya, But it's like they'll try again. Wild boys. Wild boys. Never lose that. Wild boys. Wild boys never chose this way. Wild boys. Wild boys. Never close your eyes. Wild boys always Shine. You've got sirens for a welcome and there's Bloodstain for your name. And your telephone been ringing while you're Dancing in the rain. Wild boys run to every story where it's Only angels the bigger heads who Fell. Lovers pouring arrows over secrets They could tell. They tried to tame ya, But it's like they'll try again. Wild boys. Wild Never lose that. Wild boys. Wild never chose this way. Wild boys. Never close your eyes. Wild boys always shine. Wild boys, Wild boys, wild Boys. Wild Boys, boys, boys. Wild boys. Never lose that. Wild boys. boys never chose this way. Wild boys. Wild boys. Never close your Eyes. Wild Boys Always. Wild boys. Wild boys. Wild boys. Wild Wild boys. Boys. boys. Wild boys.