Well I stood stone-like at midnight Suspended in my masquerade And I combed my hair 'til 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 Came out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd When they said, "Sit down," I stood up Ooh-ooh, growin' up
And 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
And 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 warmth 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 Swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared I was a 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 When they said, "Pull down," I pulled up Ooh-ooh, growin' up Ooh-ooh, growin' up Oh
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