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
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