Lyrics: Lambchop. Doak's Need.

Every boy is Atlas
Every boy eats apples
Every boy is an asshole
So why do you need them?
Why do you need them?

In a t-shirt blue, did he feel so cruel?
But he's so far from it
To feel like such a fool
[Incomprehensible] makes a sound
The leaves that she [Incomprehensible]

The sun takes away
Like the army that's in ourselves
Every time you walk
It makes a teary sight
Every time when you breathe
This is my foundry plight