Young Dumb and Stung
Don't care what you think. You think I care?
You humans can't see why pretty music came to be.
I see where you stand. I'm standing here,
So count the fuse flaming with me. One. Two. Three.
Yeah, you won't be stopping me yet.
Yeah, you won't be stopping me yet.
Thought I was covered in sweat,
Fast asleep in the bed you wet.
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
Don't care what you think. You think I care?
I'll call you Richard, if you will, you bag of swill.
Define your spine; you're standing in line.
Death is a crutch for me and mine. We're singing:
Yeah, you think you know me so well.
Yeah, you think I'd purchase what you sell.
Yeah, pickled in your private hell, I will scream and I will yell.
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
When I was ten years young, my douche best friend
Decided that I was just not cool enough for him.
My awkward frame and buck-tooth grin
Were no accouterments for one with a new skin.
Well, late last week I saw that man.
He was far to high to grasp that I shook his hand.
I've got my pride and my rock band,
Singing words that he don't understand:
Don't care what you think. You think I care?
(Don't care what you think. You think I care?)
Don't care what you think. You think I care?
(Don't care what you think. You think I care?)
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
I'm young
I'm dumb
I'm stung
I'm young
I'm dumb
I'm STUNG!
YOUNG!
DUMB!
STUNG!
YOUNG!
DUMB!
STUNG!
You humans can't see why pretty music came to be.
I see where you stand. I'm standing here,
So count the fuse flaming with me. One. Two. Three.
Yeah, you won't be stopping me yet.
Yeah, you won't be stopping me yet.
Thought I was covered in sweat,
Fast asleep in the bed you wet.
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
Don't care what you think. You think I care?
I'll call you Richard, if you will, you bag of swill.
Define your spine; you're standing in line.
Death is a crutch for me and mine. We're singing:
Yeah, you think you know me so well.
Yeah, you think I'd purchase what you sell.
Yeah, pickled in your private hell, I will scream and I will yell.
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
When I was ten years young, my douche best friend
Decided that I was just not cool enough for him.
My awkward frame and buck-tooth grin
Were no accouterments for one with a new skin.
Well, late last week I saw that man.
He was far to high to grasp that I shook his hand.
I've got my pride and my rock band,
Singing words that he don't understand:
Don't care what you think. You think I care?
(Don't care what you think. You think I care?)
Don't care what you think. You think I care?
(Don't care what you think. You think I care?)
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
I'm young.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm dumb.
(You bet I'm in it.)
I'm stung.
(You bet I'm deep in the thick of it, baby.)
I'm young
I'm dumb
I'm stung
I'm young
I'm dumb
I'm STUNG!
YOUNG!
DUMB!
STUNG!
YOUNG!
DUMB!
STUNG!
Credits
Writer(s): Maxim Bemis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.