He don't know where to begin He cant seem to win for losing Its all so familiar now Hearts drunk and broken down Gotta pocket full of hell and a plan for the weekend Say now Sometimes youll dance for the devil my son Its hard to make the music start Just me james dean and a man who loves both Live fast die young Dont ever stay blue Jah never rescues a man Aint no man a livin gonna make it make sense Its hard to believe it now Couldnt see him reachin out Bet ill never let another one slip through my hands Didnt ever really live in the end Broken mans hole And a wall full of demons Not a single tear he cried Just a boy drunk with pride Just mr hemingway and a shotgun applied (reply?)