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Age of Treason

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  • On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
    In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'.
    'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans
    And wandered through my puberty as all do.
    My mother was a tight nut bound up with false guilt
    Strapped up in her fearing wall she had built.
    The independent girl in a dark and cruel world
    She'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back".
    We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love
    The family is mankind, the symbol of the dove.
    She only saw the surface of things before her face
    But I was young and argued on for hours.
    My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made.
    Had nothing, born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid
    So the man worked with his hands up and down the land,

    His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow.
    With his marks as worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or two
    He once had been a Mason but he never followed through.
    Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of mushy oil
    And he read me poetry of visionaries.
    I flunk my way to college, a looser kind of school
    But we bobbed and played time arty, feeling cool
    Just to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene
    Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced.
    I was not academic, Art and English neat,
    The history of mankind I liked that a bit.
    And what was I to do ? The choices they were few,
    I done right disgrace to the working classes
    I done right disgrace to the working classes
    I done right disgrace to the working classes
    I done right disgrace to the working classes.
  • On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
    In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'.
    'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans
    And wandered through my puberty as all do.
    My mother was a tight nut bound up with false guilt
    Strapped up in her fearing wall she had built.
    The independent girl in a dark and cruel world
    She'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back".
    We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love
    The family is mankind, the symbol of the dove.
    She only saw the surface of things before her face
    But I was young and argued on for hours.
    My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made.
    Had nothing, born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid
    So the man worked with his hands up and down the land,

    His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow.
    With his marks as worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or two
    He once had been a Mason but he never followed through.
    Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of mushy oil
    And he read me poetry of visionaries.
    I flunk my way to college, a looser kind of school
    But we bobbed and played time arty, feeling cool
    Just to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene
    Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced.
    I was not academic, Art and English neat,
    The history of mankind I liked that a bit.
    And what was I to do ? The choices they were few,
    I done right disgrace to the working classes
    I done right disgrace to the working classes
    I done right disgrace to the working classes
    I done right disgrace to the working classes.