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
