Troll Face (EHH004) [MIXED] - Andy Farley & Jamie Haig

Since I was born they couldn't hold me down Another misfit kid, another burned-out town I never played by the rules, I never really cared My nasty reputation takes me everywhere I look and see it's not only me So many others have stood where I stand We are the young, so raise your hands They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand and we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be Getcha a 3-piece wall street smile and son you'll look just like me I said "hi man, There's something that you oughta Know I'll tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row I look and see it's not only me We're standin' tall, ain't never a doubt We are the young, so shout it out They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Let me hear you wild They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild Yeah yeah yeah We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild

I'ma just keep watching, I think my heart's stopping Nicotine fiend of a man I was born this way, I'm a government slave And I was raised on stolen land And it's a hard up kinda life Begging the ashtray for nickels and dimes Writing these songs trying to wrap my mind around A bullshit American dream I'm still a six-gun owning, bet the truth hurts, don't it? Won't you catch me if you can? I hope all is well, it'll be a cold day in hell When you pry it from my dying hands 'Cause it's a hard up kinda life When paying your dues don't get you by You're working all week to make some overtime To pay from this bullshit American dream I've heard once to be dreaming Means you've got to be asleep And I've grown tired of counting these sheep I had a dream I was drugged And when I finally woke up I went and blew up my TV 'Cause it's a hard up kinda life You're not allowed to get yourself a natural high Here's a pill to help you sleep, just give it some time Now you're addicted to this bullshit American dream And it's a hard up kind of life Begging the ashtray for nickels and dimes Writing these songs trying to wrap my mind Around a bullshit American dream

So y'all wanna to know how it is like Or how it is around my neck of the woods There's dust on the tractor A couple trucks in the pasture Big bucks on the back wall Boots on the front porch Welcome mat on the floor And a sign saying "howdy y'all" I know the times sure change We damn sure ain't We just some young folks Living with old souls We'll always load them hounds You don't get tired of that sound If you come from where we come from 'N got our kind of background Daddy had me shooting them rifles round When we could barely hold the gun up Now I'm passing that ole traditions down to my daughters and my son You can say that I'm crazy For doing the things that I do for fun But I could say the same thing to you for the life that you live For one, ain't no way you could catch me living Where I can't pee off the front porch Or hear them turkeys in the spring firing off like a blowtorch I'd rather be broke in a tent camp on a dead end road Living off spam wearing dirty clothes That's how it goes But I'm good with it, living primitive is a good feeling to me Problem free, I guess that's why I like to live where There's dust on the tractor A couple trucks in the pasture Big bucks on the back wall Boots on the front porch Welcome mat on the floor And a sign saying "howdy y'all" I know the times sure change We damn sure ain't We just some young folks Living with old souls Nowadays we're outta place life's too fast paced The older I get the more I realize that we can't change Bloodline's full of moonshine we were redlining them custom cars Tryna to stay out from behind bars now it's Nascar We salute the flag and the military I ain't the definition of a Christian But I still think that man up there is watching over me With a plan that only he knows So before I go to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep And I know I reap what I sew So I hope the seeds that I've sewn are deeply rooted And stand strong when they get full grown We was born a few decades late Everything we are the world ain't But still we remain where There's dust on the tractor A couple trucks in the pasture Big bucks on the back wall Boots on the front porch Welcome mat on the floor And a sign saying "howdy y'all" I know the times sure change We damn sure ain't We just some young folks Living with old souls