Growin' Up

I stood stonelike 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

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath