Your mother she protected you And softened every blow And brought you up to fear the worst To be careful as you go And the learned educators With drip-feed (thrifty?) facts to fill You up to here with reason Well-meaning overkill If you find yourself a-growing to be old before your time Get off the endless corridor Set your soul out on the line Drive on the young side of life When the pressure pains are building And you're forced to join the crush In the race to mediocrity So respectable and plush And while the child within is raging And threatens to break out Get off the endless corridor Make a timely turnabout Drive on the young side of life.
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