When we're young We're so carefree It's kinda like we're useless Never ever minding our own business We don't raise our defences 'Cause we're never charged with offences, no We didn't care about what people said We just had fun and played A roll in the hay was just a roll in the hay We wanted to be gay Before the meaning went astray Enter teenage years Hormones - left, right, and centre "You don't understand that we do understand", they say You're going through a phase But soon, it's a haze They can't see your face 'Cause you're following the latest craze Your opinions going up in a blaze At best, your mind is a maze A place for impressions to graze You're against this world that you grace You just don't get people with age Someday, you'll put them in their place And leave the stupid rat race And reach your mid-life crisis Should I change occupations Alter my vocation Direct my inclination to some other dislocation I don't think so This isn't a vacation It will have implications Not to mention, frustrations Abrasions, erosions, inflictions Wrath from a higher station Opposition from the automation Yeah, it's me they wanna shun In the future, we'll be hard-hearted The ones we love will have departed The ones left will be martyred The sea won't be parted You won't be regarded You'll be simply carded Like a seventh-grader Judging by behaviour Your false sense of grandeur But, I'm in your brain and it's really, really bland here It's really, really bland here And now you die in an explosion Or an implosion In the wee small hours of the morning While the whole wide world is fast asleep You listen to some Sinatra And hope that this is just a dream