Of what being a young man brings
If only to shake away the bad dreams
Caused by committing more penalties than a whole hockey team
His lack of fortune is enormous
He makes it into art and you can call it gorgeous
What he needs is a gas station cigarette
His head phones turned up
So he can't hear himself rap the words in gibberish
To forget he upset that beautiful brunette
And he dealt himself into karma's debt
Ask him what's wrong and get only fragments
Bug him too long and he'll issue empty threats
He treats it like a contest
Of how fast he'll get locked up in the cuckoo's nest
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