On the hottest night of the year

Lying in a patch of rhododendrons

bottle of whisky under my arm

Trying to count a sky full of stars

I dream of order, I dream of fleets

Of Napoleon in aquamarine

He said "Linus put that blanket down

You've slammed your door too many times"

He said "Linus put that blanket down

The world won't wait"

Boy, what you gonna do with your life?

When I was your age, I [bad word] fleets

When I was your age, I was soaked in victory

And now you can't keep a job and you can't keep a wife

What a horrible mess you're gonna make of your life

Watched way too many American films

To be John Wayne, Brando or James Dean

Waiting so long for your wrists to get thick

Waiting so long for the next great party

So many questions, so little to say

You don't need these weights

Boy, what you gonna do with your life?

So you want to be an artist, want to be a singer

Want to be remembered for what you could create

So you want to be a cowboy, riding to the distance

Never have to listen or answer to anyone

So you want to be a boxer, surviving on your instincts

Relying on your fists and the quickness of your wit

Are you bigger than these buildings and the grey around you?

Is your pain more worthy than everybody else?
 [bad word] again in the rhododendrons