You can choose your way to stagnate In your American town If the Army doesn't get you Be a factory clown But you're all standing still While the world goes around Then try turning me up but I'm Turning them down
The teachers in gold-rimmed glasses Teach from the banker's gold-rimmed books The women on the corner smile So the cops can play the crooks They all fit one description 'Cause they're cast from a singular mold But I'm the one that's about to break it That ain't no way to grow old
They're gonna go to the drive in Get drunk and cause a scene They're gonna bust some heads in 'Cause they're cooler if they're mean Maybe drop some acid What's the difference you're thirteen But I'm headed for the border And erasing myself clean
The teachers in gold-rimmed glasses Teach from the banker's gold-rimmed books The women on the corner smile So the cops can play the crooks They all fit one description 'Cause they're cast from a singular mold But I'm the one that's about to break it That ain't no way to grow oldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
