Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Dynamite Boy
Lullaby playing in my head
Volume's loud enough to wake the dead
Terrified that I might really be
What everyone else thinks of me
And I happened all the time
I left it all behind
When I was young I always needed help
I never had the nerve to be myself
Recognize that I will never care
Who am I to way just what is fair
Compromise my position is clear
But I never thought it'd get me here