Grow Up!

Grow Up!!!

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Little children, run the show,

mentally ill, little do they know.

Where are the parents, in kindergarten?

A slight impairment, I beg you pardon.

Same difference, between big or small,

we are infants, acting tall.

Adult decisions, made by dummies.

Bless 'em, forgive 'em, they need a Mummy.

There is no mother, to show the way,

confirm to each other, that everything's OK.

Pretend we're grown ups, pretend we're big,

instead of own up, and admit you're a kid.

No-one to look to, no-one to guide.

People are cuckoo, you can see it in their eyes.

Have a beer, that's the adult thing to do,

make life that much more clear, for you.

It's like we're on the Titanic, and it's about to sink,

but we're not panicking, one wink.

We were once Gods, roaming the planet,

something odd, 'cause now we're manic.

It's OK to be a child, because we're stuck,

for a while, 'til we GROW UP.

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