The kids take over now
Bare knuckles, no sorcery
Freckles and dirty mouths
They teach us to be
When did you learn to fly?
Bruises and scrapes, countless times
Last when you were a child
Now you're so
What's it you've got to say
Now that you're old and gray?
What's it you've got to say
To my unwashed face?
If you're down
Rummage through your pocket walt
And you will see
There's no routine
On weekdays in my childhood dreams
And fantasies
Tell your dad
To rummage through his pocket walt
Before he talks
Unclouded eyes
They will see the things we're seeing
Differently
Yeah, the kids are alright now
Enough snot to snuffle
Enough places and hideouts
Or hands to build a wall
Bags filled with goo so
Black like licorice
And if you wanna get out
You turn deaf-mute-ish
If you're down
Rummage through your pocket walt
And you will see
There's no routine
On weekdays in my childhood dreams
And fantasies
Tell your dad
To rummage through his pocket walt
Before he talks
Unclouded eyes
They will see the things we're seeing
Differently
When i'm dead
You'll find me in my pocket world
Superior
To everyone
Who missed out to grow up but still
Remain a child