Die Young

Hey, I hope you all die young

And find a way

Make it up as you go

Make it up as I go

Your life was written long ago

Into the palm of the hand you used to hold

In the hand I used to hold

I always pick the wrong way

It feels right, the way to go

I always pick the wrong way

It feels right, the way to go

I always pick the wrong way

It feels right, the way to go

I always pick the wrong way

Always pick the wrong way

I always pick the wrong way

I always pick the wrong way