He is cool & pretty old school
He learned to read between the lines
& He carved the things he's seen
Into his skin
They say he's been around forever
I'm pretty sure he taught the devil
To steal, and somewhere down the
Line... They cut a deal

So let go of the things you never
Seem to find
And the ones that will never be
Around in time
It's only dirt when you're panning for gold
Let go of the things that never seem
To shine

Youngblood, you missed
It by a second this time
It's only dirt when
You're panning for gold
Youngblood, full of piss & vinegar
The flaming youth will be the death of you
So got tell the world the things you've seen
He made the good lord second guess
The things close to his chest

So don't start a fight
Cause his shoes are way too big
For you to fill.
It goes on and on and on