Growin' Up (WBCN-FM April 1973 Remastered)

Well I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
And I combed my hair 'til 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
Came out with my soul untouched

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said, "Sit down," I stood up
Ooh-ooh, growin' up

And 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

And I pushed B-52
And bombed 'em 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 warmth of the crowd
But when they said, "Come down," I threw up
Ooh-ooh, growin' up

I took month long vacations in the stratosphere
And you know it's really hard to hold your breath
Swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was a cosmic kid in full costume dress

Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth
But I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe
In the engine of an old parked car

I hid in the mother breast of the crowd
When they said, "Pull down," I pulled up
Ooh-ooh, growin' up
Ooh-ooh, growin' up
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