Crude Copy

You're a break in the tracks, boy
A loose cannon acting up for a laugh, but
It ain't amusing and I caught your name
It's on my slate
And I'm well aware that
There's no substitute for what you've been missing
While you've been conditioned to
Act so tough, then rushed to grow up

Something
For nothing is never enough when
You're callow and still gettin' spoon-fed
Oh, you're just a kid with no regrets yet

I try so hard just to keep my damn composure
As you gnash your teeth over that chip in your shoulders
And I sympathize, but I can't lie
You're still the salt in the cut, kid, a crude copy
Of the debts you inherited, disillusioned
But you're green if you think that your struggle's unique
Maybe someday you will understand that

Something
For nothing is never enough when
You're callow and still gettin' spoon-fed
Oh, you're just a kid with no regrets yet

Just give it time
You'll realize that when you break the chain
Your mind might change, whoa