By the desperate 'n' confused
Emotion of the youth
I was brought to Crisis land
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 marching [bad word] 
From a fish can
And I knew [bad word] away
And 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 would never never never never
wanna be young again!...

But sudden wind it stole my hat
And I went on chasing it
Before I was just another burned out carnie
Every freak on every day
Lives a life one certain way
And that way is ain't no nothin' but a birthright~
But since the early age
I broke out of the cage
And learned how to make marching [bad word] 
From a fish can
And I knew [bad word] away
And 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 would never never never never
wanna be young again...