Young Man

A A Oh E Everybody knows Bm When he's feeling cold he takes a breaker D So I'm told A Bless. E Everyone is stressed Bm D Never second-guessing any chapter that comes next A He must be wrecked A Nights E All he does is write Bm D Following his empathy with strangers that he likes A Calm E Picture of a song Bm D Happy as a child though his adult choice is wrong A He's too far gone E E Bm Bm D F#m Bm You've got somewhere to be D Covering the seams A The threaded pockets on his jeans F#m Bm Oh at the end of the day D Old personas change A And coexist some way E But they say A D A Take a little look at this young man A D A Take a little look at his face F#m D He's got, all his money in a dustpan E D But damn is his music strange A Tell me it's real F#m Tell me it's fake. D E A Fetch me every single grain of sand in the whole damn state A7 D Dm I heard this motherfucker didn't graduate D E A But damn is his music good Oh! A Quit E Why would someone quit? Bm D After every fit, he's writing something again A Smiles E Camera flashin' styles Bm D File down the bars inside the jail where he lies F#m Bm Oh you've got somewhere to be D Covering the seams A The threaded pockets on his jeans, please F#m Bm Oh at the end of the day D Old personas change A And coexist some way E But they say A D A Take a little look at this young man A D A Take a little look at his face F#m D He's got, all his money in a dustpan E D But damn is his music strange A Wait til he fails F#m Wait til he breaks D E A Wait til he's affected by the planets in the retrograde A7 D Dm He thinks he's Bob Dylan of the modern age D E A But he's got some work to do A F#m D E A Pull the plug, pull the plug A F#m D E A Pull the plug, pull the plug A F#m D E A Pull the plug, pull the plug A F#m D E A Pull the plug, pull the plug A F#m D E A Pull the plug, pull the plug (I say) A F#m Pull the plug, D Pull E The pluuuuuuuuug D E A Oh, take a little look at this young man D E A Take a look at his fucked-up face A F#m He eats like shit, he talks too quick D E A With no upper-body strength A He wrote a song F#m Isn't it strange? D E Shouldn't he be making coffee A At a dumbed-down wage? A A7 D Dm Two thumbs down on his run-down page D E A But damn is this song alright