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 drums

From a fish can

And I knew I'll run away

And so without further delay
I said "Two tears in a bucket
Mother$#&@ 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 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...