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