When you were young and useless
Skin and bone and bruises
Brass tacks and biblical tracts
Were your sweet sullen music
When you were young and useless
Shining a light so ruthless
Like pouring salt in the wound
Like some magnetic Judas
When you hear me crying out
Time and time again
When you hear me crying out
Don't forget
To throw me a bone I need it
To carry it home defeated
Bury my face in the ground
Until your face has retreated
When you hear me crying out
Time and time again
Don't forget what your mother said
Hang on to your mystique
And your patent gloves
And your magazines
And your teenage loves
And your Vaseline
And your black leather boots
And take me dancing
Young & Useless Video (MV)
Performed By: Golden Spike
Length: 3:10
Written by: Aidan O'Neill, David Carr, Lyman Wagers, Mia Roberts
Golden Spike - Young & Useless Lyrics
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When you were young and useless
Skin and bone and bruises
Brass tacks and biblical tracts
Were your sweet sullen music
When you were young and useless
Shining a light so ruthless
Like pouring salt in the wound
Like some magnetic Judas
When you hear me crying out
Time and time again
When you hear me crying out
Don't forget
To throw me a bone I need it
To carry it home defeated
Bury my face in the ground
Until your face has retreated
When you hear me crying out
Time and time again
Don't forget what your mother said
Hang on to your mystique
And your patent gloves
And your magazines
And your teenage loves
And your Vaseline
And your black leather boots
And take me dancing
Skin and bone and bruises
Brass tacks and biblical tracts
Were your sweet sullen music
When you were young and useless
Shining a light so ruthless
Like pouring salt in the wound
Like some magnetic Judas
When you hear me crying out
Time and time again
When you hear me crying out
Don't forget
To throw me a bone I need it
To carry it home defeated
Bury my face in the ground
Until your face has retreated
When you hear me crying out
Time and time again
Don't forget what your mother said
Hang on to your mystique
And your patent gloves
And your magazines
And your teenage loves
And your Vaseline
And your black leather boots
And take me dancing
Writer: Aidan O'Neill, David Carr, Lyman Wagers, Mia Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid