A product of your dysfunction to you on the right there
is only one way You think I should go to school,
get a job, find my place ACCEPT QUIESCENCE APATHY OBEY
I don't want to grow up if that means I have to admit
defeat just like you I won't end up like you.
.. not me, no way Suffering from "Bleeding heart
disease" Fighting for a "Lost cause"
Passion mistaken for "Teenage resistence"
us "looney left" burden you all I'm just
another kid with a guitar and a Chomsky book in my
backpack "A Phase of Rebellion" that I'll
soon grow out of But I know there's no turning back
I don't want to grow up if that means I have to admit defeat just like you