I grew up in a leafy town,
With big old pine trees all around,
And massive houses all around,
And roads as wide as roads could ever be.
I thought that I was in the place that I would die,
I thought that I was free.
But oh, my boy, well now you're growing up.

Time went on so I could learn
My leafy town was in the 'burbs,
A place to keep evicted birds
Who flew out from the city
Where the folk would go for forty out of every eighty,
Just to keep it turning.
Oh, my boy, well now you're growing up.

Now I'm in that forty, I don't think that I got eighty in me.
My fate's in this gated, windy corridor of concrete.
I can see the place I die and there is not a tree in sight,
But there are miles of balanced books to keep this shrinking growth in stasis.
Oh fuck growing old, I hate this, take it, pin me to the gate
(Now jump the fence, run down the street, get the fuck on outta here)
So I can jump the fence, run down the street, get the fuck on out.


(Now jump the fence, run down the street, get the fuck on outta here
Just get the fuck on outta here,
Just get the fuck on outta here,
Just get the fuck on outta here.)

Oh, I know, the lines drawn here were old when I was young.
The salt from your sweat stings my childish, impetuous tongue.
Oh, I know, the lines drawn here were old when I was young.

Drowning always tastes like plastic,
Growing old like concrete.
I can see that every gesture's drastic
When it's only one of eighty left.
Our shit's fucked up like Zevon,
They can't make the shuttles fast enough.
(And all the launchpads anyway are all just rotten wood and dust)
So sell us some escape or just evict us like the birds,
So we can jump the fence, run down the street,
Get the fuck on outta here.

I was born in a leafy town,
With big old pine trees all around,
And massive houses all around,
And roads as wide as roads could ever be.
I thought that I was in the place that I would die,
I thought that I was free.