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
