The flag of piracy flew from
my mast, my sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for
first mate, she couldn't sail but she sure could sing,
I pushed B-52 and bombed `em
with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed
my old high school, never once gave thought to landing,
I hid in the clouded wrath
of the crowd but when they said "Come down" I threw up
Ooh-ooh growin' up
I took month-long vacations
in the stratosphere and you know it's really hard to hold your breath.
I swear I lost everything
I ever loved or feared, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally
took root in the earth but I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key
to the universe in the engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast
of the crowd but when they said "Pull down" I pulled up
Ooh-ooh growin' up. Ooh-ooh
growin' up
Marco Giunco |
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