Youngblood – Green Day
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She’s my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch-drunken youngblood
She’s a loner, not a stoner
Bleeding heart and the soul of Miss Teresa
Supernova, Cherry Cola
She’s the cedar in the trees of Minnesota
I’m a rough boy ’round the edges
Getting drunk, and fallen in the hedges
She’s my weakness, f_cking genius
Swear to god and I’m not even superstitious
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She’s my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch-drunken youngblood
I want to hold you like a gun
We’ll shoot the moon into the sun
Alright, alright
Are you stranded, like I’m stranded?
Do you want to watch the world fall to pieces?
Are you broken, like I’m broken?
Are you restless? She said: “F_ck you, I’m from Oakland!”
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She’s my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch-drunken youngblood
