a broken back with a heart of gold the legend of a martyr with no soul i ll cough up blood to clear my lungs sinking to the depths dragging me to the ocean s floor with broken wings i fly alone i see your eyes as i m sinking i ve always heard that the good die young at least i know know that i ll die young i ve always heard that the good die young but with this heart of gold i have no fear no fear no fear of what s to come weighed down by this heart of gold no blood within and lost all without a shadow of a man flesh and bone i ll cought up blood to clear my lungs sinking to the depths all i know is i ll die young lost everything i called my own i see your eyes as i m sinking i ve always heard that the good die young at least i know know that i ll die young i ve always heard that the good die young but with this heart of gold i have no fear no fear no fear of what s to come born self destructive at least i know that i ll die young weighed down by this heart of gold