I Would Never Wanna Be Young Again

By the desperate 'n' confused

Emotion of the youth

I was brought to Crisis land

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 marching drums from fish can

And I knew I'll run away

And so without further delay

I said "Two tears in a bucket, mother**** 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 would never, never wanna be young again

But sudden wind it stole my hat

And I went on chasing it

Before I was just another burned out carnie

Every freak on every day

Lives a life one certain way

And that way is ain't no nothin' but a birthright~

But since the early age

I broke out of the cage

And learned how to make marching drums from fish can

And I knew I'll run away

And so without further delay

I said "Two tears in a bucket, mother**** 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 would never, never, never wanna be young again

What?

And it seems like I ran and ran

Through the garbage and quicksand

And after getting checked for fleas

And barricades of embassies

I would never, never, never wanna be young again