I Would Never Wanna Be Young Again

By the desperate an' 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 a fish can

And I knew I'll run away

And so without further delay

I said, "Two tears in a bucket

Mother fuck 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, 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 carnies

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 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, never

Wanna be young again