I might be dumb and ready
But I'm not so easy when I'm loaded
When I'm loaded

To a heart from a slow bleed
And it's a cinch when you're only seventeen

Today I'm seventeen again, again
It's a death kit and it's a racket
But it's a tip that you can't miss
You can't miss
When you're a step child of the free world
And you'll get caught on every slip
Every slip

Today I'm seventeen again, again

Half the morning is always gone
And the night before is much too long
Much too long
And it's slow day in a slow year
And seventeen seems so near
Seems so near