Doak's Need - Lambchop

Every boy is Atlas 
Every boy eats apples 
Every boy is an asshole 
So 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 
The shoe? Makes a sound 
The leaves that she won't go? 

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