David F. Bello - Balls lyrics

At 20 years old, what can you know? What can you claim to be? Highways and war, some old drunken who*e Your future is plain as song to see Working at Hechinger's, building a deck and you're Not gonna make it that way With an idiot plan, that no one understand Or at least they don't, so you say "f** this town, f** the music scene And f** all my friends who don't understand f** learning and tests of discipline and patience I want to prove to myself That I'm a man" Whiskey and reds, unmade beds Kerouac, Dylan, and alt-country rock A small fish in a smaller pond Is no way to go when opportunity knocks If man is defined by poverty and wine Then why would you want that, you fool? I know you'll regret, but it's what you get With the decision to drop out of school And say...