Any Trouble

Well I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
And I combed my hair 'til 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
And I strolled all alone
Through the fallout zone
Came out with my soul untouched

I stood in the mother breast of the crowd
When they said pull down, I pulled up
Oh, growin' up

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
Bombed out on the blues
Head set stubborn on standing
Well I came all alone
Through the fallout zone
Never once gave thought to landing

I stood in the mother breast of the crowd
When they said pull down, I pulled up
Oh, growin' up

I'm growin' up now

I stood in the mother breast of the crowd
When they said pull down, I pulled up
Oh, growin' up

I took month long vacations in the stratosphere
You know it's really hard to hold your breath
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress

Well, I headed for home through the fallout zone
Got 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 stood in the the mother breast of the crowd
When they said pull down, I pulled up
Oh, growin' up
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, growin' up