Dumb Kid

They used to tell me I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up. That was before the bills hit They used to tell me I could go to Mars and Africa (every great escape!) That was before my job But I never wanted to do most of that- I used to say I’d never let my dreams fall flat I got over it (They say you’ll never let go of it.) Yeah. I grew up to be a dumb kid again, let me stomp my feet, and I’ll clap my hands! I’ll do what I want to do regardless of the hell it puts me through They once would say that I was wrong to jump without looking down, so I turned around and told ‘em what I thought of that One time they said I was turning down a path of no return- I walked a little faster. I always wanted to fall between People never seemed to leave me be I’m fed up with it Oh, no, they never let up with it! I grew up to be a dumb kid again Stomp your feet and then clap your hands Don’t do what they tell you to do Regardless of the things they say to you Someday, I’ll tell my daughter (or son, or whoever) to be an archeologist (or a lawyer that only takes out of pocket clients), and then they’ll deny it, I’ll get frustrated. But then, I’ll remember I said: “You grow up to be a dumb kid again. Stomp your feet so they clap their hands! Do what you wanted to do in spite of the people that badger you.” Cause we all grow up to be dumb kids again, talking shit on the playground about our friends, but we don’t do what we wanna do- Cause of the money or the house, or the fear, or the doubt, or the sex, or the next thing we’re anxious about!