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!