By the desperate 'n' confused Emotion of the youth I was brought to Crisis Island 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 a marching drum from fish can And I knew I'd run away So without further delay I said, "Two tears in a bucket, motherfuck 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 never, never, never wanna be young again!
But sudden wind stole my hat And I went on chasing it Before I was just another burned-out carnie Every freak on every day lives their life one certain way And that way, they know nothing but a birthright
But since the early age I broke out of the cage And learned how to make marching drum from fish can And I knew I'd run away So without further delay I said, "Two tears in a bucket, motherfuck 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 never, never, never wanna be young again!
And it seems like I ran and ran Through the garbage and quicksand And after getting checked for fleas And barricades of embassies, I never, never, never wanna be young again!