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 strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said “Sit down” I stood up ooh-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 and 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 clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said “Come down” I threw up ooh-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 place 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-ooh growin’ up. Ooh-ooh growin’ up”. —————————————————- https://youtube/watch?v=YBOMXBbQnw4
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 13:57:13 +0000
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