Well, I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right
And commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain
And I walked on a crooked crutch
I strode all alone through a fallout zone
Came out with my soul untouched
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said "Sit down," I stood up
([Crowd:] Oh, oh) Growin' up
Ah-one, two, three, four!
Well, 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, and I bombed 'em with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
Broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said, "Come down," I threw up
Oh, oh, growin' up
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right
And commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain
And I walked on a crooked crutch
I strode all alone through a fallout zone
Came out with my soul untouched
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said "Sit down," I stood up
([Crowd:] Oh, oh) Growin' up
Ah-one, two, three, four!
Well, 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, and I bombed 'em with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
Broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said, "Come down," I threw up
Oh, oh, growin' up
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