By the desperate 'n' confused
Emotion of the youth
I was brought to Crisis Island
Where, after getting checked for fleas
And barricades of embassies,
I was sculpted to be overworked and silent

But since the early age
I broke out of the cage
And learned how to make a marching [bad word] from fish can
And I knew [bad word] away
So without further delay
I said, "Two tears in a bucket, [bad word] it!"

And it seems like I ran and ran
Through the garbage and quicksand
And after getting checked for fleas
And barricades of embassies,
I never, never, never wanna be young again!

But sudden wind stole my hat
And I went on chasing it
Before I was just another burned-out carnie
Every freak on every day lives their life one certain way
And that way, they know nothing but a birthright

But since the early age
I broke out of the cage
And learned how to make marching [bad word] from fish can
And I knew [bad word] away
So without further delay
I said, "Two tears in a bucket, [bad word] it!"

And it seems like I ran and ran
Through the garbage and quicksand
And after getting checked for fleas
And barricades of embassies,
I never, never, never wanna be young again!

And it seems like I ran and ran
Through the garbage and quicksand
And after getting checked for fleas
And barricades of embassies,
I never, never, never wanna be young again!