Growin' Up (Live in Dublin)

Well, 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 strode all alone through a fallout zone

Came out with my soul untouched

Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd

When they said "Sit down," I stood up

([Crowd:] Oh, oh) Growin' up

Ah-one, two, three, four!

Well, 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 I bombed 'em with the blues

With my gear set stubborn on standing

Broke all the rules, strafed my old high school

Never once gave thought to landing

Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd

When they said, "Come down," I threw up

Oh, oh, growin' up

All right, come on, boys!

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere

And you know it's really hard to hold your breath

Well, I lost everything I ever loved or feared

I was the cosmic kid!

Well, my feet, they finally took root in the earth

Got me a nice little place in the stars

I swear I found the key to the universe

In the engine of an old parked car

Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd

When they said, "Sit down," I stood up

Oh, oh, growin' up

Yeah, yeah, growin' up

Yeeeeeahh!

One, two, a-one!

Thank you!