Well I stood stone-like at midnight, suspended in my masquerade I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch Well, I strode all alone into a fallout zone and 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 Well 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 We broke all the rules and I strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing I stayed in the clouded warmth 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 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 I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car I hid in the mothered breast of the crowd, but when they said "pull down" I pulled up Ooh, ooh, growin' up