In my mind I'm just a child, playing and freaking, always getting wild. Can't you see, I can't grow up. Becoming an adult, I want it to stop. "It seems like there's no progression", my teacher says. "He'll have to get a job, yes even one of these days". That's not exactly what I want but how to explain, 'cause noone gives a damn, they really think I'm insane. It's not that bad the way it is. No pressure on me, stress is the last thing I'll miss. Open your eyes man, and don't you be blind. I'll never regret for not being one of your kind. It turned out worse than I could've hoped. My life now became an everlasting soap. No youngsters for me please, I work from 9 to 5. I'm a grown-up gentleman with a lovely wife.