You wake wide eyed and dumb your hopes they tick your feelings hum

They've got you by the thumbs skin swells like summer plums

Alone sixteen and stoned CD's so true they sag your bones

How does he know how it goes Isn't he from Belleville

Well I'll be from Belleville too

How you spied on the grown and heard their secret singing

In the church in the bed

All alone all unknown you'd shake the devil's hand to

See if your skinned turned red

If your skin's too thin to know about it

Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh

Yeah we're all too young to know about it

Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh

Gotta sing your sings and go about it

Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh

You trek dazzled through dust you feel your feelings start to rust

And no one even cares that you don't even care

Sleep addled sun drunk you'd trade experience for some luck

And that for heat from an old flame that you lost like a baby tooth

Now you're grown all alone you do your secret singing

In some bars in a bed

All alone all unknown you'd shake the devil's hand to

See if he turned you dead

If your skin's too thin to know about it

Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh

Yeah we're all too young to know about it

Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh

Gotta sing your sings and go about it

Ahhh AHHH ah ahhhhh

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhh AAAhhhhh

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