Growin' Up

Growin' Up I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade I combed my hair till it was just right & commanded the night brigade I was open to pain & crossed by the rain & I walked on a crooked crutch I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come out with my sould untouched I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said ‘’Sit down,’’ I stood up. Ooh....growin’ up The flag of piracy flew from my mast,my sails were set wing to wing I had a jukebox graduate for first mate,she couldn’t sail but she sure could sing, I pushed B-52 & bombed’em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing I broke all the rules,strafed my old high school,never once gave thought to landing, I hid in the cluoded warmth of the crowd but when they said, ‘’Come down,’’ I threw up, Ooh....growin’ up I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it’s really hard to hold your breath. I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth but I got me a nice little in the stars And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car I hid in the mother breast of the crowd but when they said, ‘’Pull down,’’ I pulled up. Ooh...growin’ up(2X)