I might be dumb and ready, but i'm not so easy 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 It's a death kit and it's a racket but it's a tip that you can't miss when you're a step child of the free world and you'll get caught on every slip Today I'm seventeen again Half the morning is always gone and the night before is much too long It's slow day in a slow year, and seventeen seems so near