well i stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade i combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade and 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
well i stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade i combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade and 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 ooh-ooh growin' up