Texty: Kill Your Idols. Young at Heart.

You try to knock me down with all your wrongs and rights I'll go down swinging, I havent yet begun to fight you want so bad for me to grow to be like you but thats the last thing I'll ever fucking do you're never happy, cause you work a job you hate so bitter at the world, so sorry of your fate I'll keep on pushing cause theres so much more to see dont wanna be rich, I just wanna be happy I'm still young, a kid at heart my time will come, and Ill do my part. You say I'm lazy but you havent got a clue Ive seen the world, what the fuck do you do? you wake up every day, to a life that you despise you're already dead I see it in your eyes Ive never asked for much, but done the best I can who are you to judge what makes me a man? maybe Im still a kid at heart, so whats the crime? better to be young at heart, then angry all the time I'm still young, a kid at heart my time will come, and Ill do my part