Like a fly to a spider you're under the spell. It's the game and the liar for those who toll the bell. You're more than just a name you fight for the right. Like a moth to a flame you see the bait you bite. You're restless and wild and walkin' the line. You're not just another pretty face. Need an answer fast and you're runnin' out of time. And the night goes on for days. Young and wasted - ooh yeah ooh yeah - young and wasted. You been branded by the iron you been cut by the knife. There's a monkey on your back runnin' up and down your spine. Up and down your spine. You hunger for the fire and run with the pack. But you know damn well there ain't no turnin' back. Ain't no turnin' back no no. You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. You laugh in the face of the fates. Fallen angels spread their wings so you cross the gates of hate. Young and wasted - I can almost taste it I can almost taste it. Young and wasted - ooh yeah ooh yeah ooh yeah. You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. You laugh in the face of the fates. Fallen angels spread their wings so let the heaven say. Young and wasted young and wasted. Young and wasted - I can almost taste it I can almost taste it. Young and wasted. Young and wasted. Young and wasted. Young and wasted. Young and wasted. Young and wasted. Young and wasted.