Young Wicked lyrics - Chevelle

Oh my God how you've grown

Yes sir

They sit upon their hands

Betting there's an easy answer

Right of passages

Someone give rise to hope

Yes sir

Young wicked

Yes sir

Oh my God how you've grown

Death hides holy hidden worlds

And hello wise one, your time ain't true

Eating up those, satires, twilights and ozone

The animals have gone down below

Yes sir

Young wicked

Yes sir

(Yes sir)

(Yes sir)

Young wicked [x3]

(Yes sir) Yes sir

(Yes sir) Yes sir

Young wicked [x3]

Yes sir

Yes sir

Young wicked

Yes sir

Young wicked