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 came out with my soul untouched

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but when they said "Sit down" I stood

up.

Ooh-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 '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 wrath 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.

I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was the 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 but when they said "Pull down" I pulled

up