What the fuck is wrong with me?
I used to be so vital
Now a boring aging fart
Worried what to re-cycle
I used to be the guy to know
The bloke with which to run
me and the boys go down town
with our phasers set to fun
known in every single bar
in our one horse town
might cause a little ruckus
but never were shot down
Frozen spikes of blue/green hair
leathers studded and torn
Slogans painted brashly
Of revolution we would warn
All of us young punks
Stood large against the rage
This is OUR world now
So let the rats out of their cage
But something slowly happened
To that boy I used to be
I quietly Turned into my dad
In my mirror he looks back at me
Youth and time run hand in hand
Although they seem opposed
Ex teenage rebel?
At least I was once I suppose
But as I do the shopping
Picking out some nice boiled ham
I'll pinch a sweet from the pick'n'mix
Yeah! I'm still still sticking it to the man!!!!!!
