I lay on the bed exile on the stereo I take another hit and sink away I'm thinking on you And the people I know And you won't go And I wish you would know So just tell me am I the hero am I the villain Feels like my chapters not yet been written And I remember your eyes, looking in mine I feel it burning hold it up Negatives in the light You're a little morose black fire You're a troubadours photographic lie Young Lion, you start fires Young Lion, you start fires in my heart It's early morning, Time to make the decision, She said 'I want you boy, want you boy, only when I can't have you boy, I won't be happy till I destroy all that you ever believed'