Yes I am young
And you might say I don't know right from wrong
But I have seen liars, vagabonds and ghosts
Who've told me stories of science, riches and the unknown.
And I would say I am wise beyond my years
But I have wasted tears, smoked **** and drank beer.

What does a youngster do?
I'll tell you what he doesn't,
He doesn't die.
He meets new people, has adventures and flies.
Sky high to the top of Mount Olympus
Where the gods live and dwell
There you'll find me talking about the realms of Hell.