| Tommy was a misfit kid, the son of disaster |
| He used to do the talking with the bullet from his gun |
| He was a kind of free bird, flying high and fast |
| Enraged, born to die free, he was born a rebel |
| Chorus: |
| Blast me up Gimme shivers down my spine |
| Blast me up Gimme a load of adrenaline |
| Blast me up Make me feel alive, not afraid to die |
| Blast me up Can’t tame a wild heart |
| Blast me up Feed me with dynamite |
| Blast me up |
| A shot of poison to get high |
| Blast me up One more kick before I die |
| Blast me up Can’t tame a wild heart |
| Bryan left this world just a few days ago |
| He died before his time, he never went slow |
| We’ll remember you my friend, Bryan was the best |
| Holding him was like holding a hurricane |
| He was born a rebel |
| Chorus |
| Gimme shivers down my spine |
| Gimme a load of adrenaline |
| Make me feel alive, not afraid to die |
| Can’t tame a wild heart |
| Feed me with dynamite |
| A shot of poison to get high |
| One more kick before I die |
| Can’t tame a wild heart |
| Chorus |