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
