She's my little 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, fucking genius Swear to god and I'm not even superstitious She's my little 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**K you, I'm from Oakland!" She's my little youngblood (Youngblood) Punch-drunken youngblood
