(refrain) Grow up you
grow up me
grown together
free to be.
There's music in the forest
children laugh in the school
yard
on the skid row of the spirit
hear the ranting of the Western
Guard
why don't you cool out
can it be so hard
to love yourself without thinking
someone else holds a lower
card
(refrain)
Wired to the switchboard
always on the move
things we love to cling to
but there's nothing we can
prove
you can only deal with
what's before your face
and the life you're given's
no use at all
if you burn it up in hate
(refrain)
(Burritt's Rapids, 30/1/77)
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