Growin' Up - Eddie Vedder

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

I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come out

With my soul untouched

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they

Said, «Sit down,» I stood up

Ooh… 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 and bombed them with the blues with my gear

Set stubborn on standing

I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never

Once gave thought to landing

I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they

Said, «Come down,» I threw up

Ooh… growin' up