well i stood stone-like at midnight
suspended in my masquerade
i combed my hair till it was just right
and commanded the night brigade
and 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 came out with my soul untouched
i hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
but when they said "sit down" i stood up
ooh-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 `em 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-ooh growin' up
well i stood stone-like at midnight
suspended in my masquerade
i combed my hair till it was just right
and commanded the night brigade
and 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 came out with my soul untouched
i hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
but when they said "sit down" i stood up
ooh-ooh growin' up
ooh-ooh growin' up
IMPROVS
n/a
MUSICIANS
written by Bruce Springsteen
covered by Tori Amos
REMIXES
n/a
FEATURED ON
unreleased
COMMENTS
Tori covered this song live, in-concert, including during the The Pink Tour in Storrs, CT on October 22, 1994.
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