don't wanna grow up into these times don't wanna wake up you're running in circles of flashing lights where are you going? you wanna be someone, someone else gotta do something tomorrow is just a vague escape a perennial daydream so tell your ma that you're just no good 'cos maybe she's always misunderstood and ask why pa makes little girls cry maybe he's just afraid to die you live in the shadows of metal skies whitewash madness embedded the colors into your eyes blink to see nothing the clock strikes four you're out the door like every goddamn day before your life is a somnambulist chore wishing it could be something more i got a feeling this world could be so much better...