I stood stonelike 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 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 . . . 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 gears set stubborn on standing
We broke all the rules, I strafed my old high school and 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 . . . growin' up
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath
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
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
Ooh . . . growin up
Ooh . . . growin up
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