text: Youngblood, youngblood, youngblood
  Shes my little youngblood
  Youngblood, youngblood, youngblood
  Punch drunken youngblood
  Shes a loner, not a stoner
  Bleeding heart and the soul of Ms. Teresa
  Supernova, Cherry Cola
  Shes the cedar in the trees of Minnesota
  Ah-ah ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah, ah-ah ah-ah
  Im a rough boy round the edges
  Gettin drunk and falling into hedges
  Shes my weakness, fuckin genius
  Swear to God, and Im not even superstitious
  Youngblood, youngblood, youngblood
  Shes my little youngblood
  Youngblood, youngblood, youngblood
  Punch drunken youngblood
  I wanna hold you like a gun
  Well shoot the moon into the sun
   Alright Alright, ow!
  Youngblood, youngblood, youngblood
  Youngblood, youngblood, youngblood
  Are you stranded like Im stranded?
  Do you wanna watch the world fall to pieces?
  Are you broken like Im broken?
  Are you restless? She said, Fuck you, Im from Oakland!
  Youngblood, youngblood, youngblood
  Shes my little youngblood
  Youngblood, youngblood, youngblood
  Punch drunken youngblood