I was walking in the cold
saw some kids playing in the snow,
they seemed so alive
so I stopped to watch,
everyone was having fun,
you know, I felt so old.
Responsibility is calling me
Respectability is calling me
Maturity has a hold on me
I’m no longer free,
I’m no longer free…
“Get a degree and you’ll be free,
you know that education is the key,”
those days of youth have passed me by,
like a wounded bird shot from the sky
I’m lying naked in the street
looking for a meal, looking for sex.
Dreams of the mushroom cloud haunt my sleep
but I’m too fucking old to sit and weep,
I sit and drink and think about my sanity,
how the freedom bell has no identity,
my childhood dreams have been replaced
with the technology of the nuclear race.
- Lyrics from Hated Uncles Mark I (1985-1988). One of my favourites from this period. Thanks to Dave Little for recording this show and others!
- I wrote this at the ancient age of 24. 🤣