Growin’ Up - Portastatic

Growin' Up - Portastatic
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair 'til it was just right
Commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain
And crossed by the rain
And I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone
Through the fallout zone
Came out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said Sit down I stood up
Ooh-ooh growin' up
The flag of piracy flew from my mast
My sails were set wing to wing
Had a jukebox graduate for a 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 warmth of the crowd
When they said Come down I threw up
Ooh-ooh growin' up
I took month long vacations in the stratosphere
Y'know it's really hard to hold your breath
Swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Yeah my feet finally took root on the earth
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
When they said Pull down I pulled up
Ooh-ooh growin' up
Ooh-ooh growin' up