Growin' Up

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 come out With my soul untouched I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they Said, "Sit down," I stood up 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 them 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... growin' up