well i stood stone-like at midnight
suspended in my masquerade [bad word] my hair till it was just right [bad word] the night brigade
and i was open to pain and crossed by the rain
and i walked on a crooked [bad word] 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 [bad word]  strafed my old high school
never once gave thought to landing
i hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
but when they said [bad word] down" i threw up
ooh-ooh growin' up

well i stood stone-like at midnight
suspended in my masquerade [bad word] my hair till it was just right [bad word] the night brigade
and i was open to pain and crossed by the rain
and i walked on a crooked [bad word] 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
ooh-ooh growin' up