That was then, this is now Could you imagine, in those great old western days Cement sidewalk, signs that say "stop" Fancy colored playgrounds, great big freeways Kids that say "eat shit" and flip you off Well this is what it all boils down to One eye open at all times While the other keeps a watch on you All i can say I'm sorry i can't help you 'Cause you got no shoes And you smell like a bum and all i can say is Time has grown up all around you I'm sorry to say It's all grown without you Could you imagine, in those great old western days Smog-filled suburbs, "frito lays" Sky scrapping towers in the middle of town Paper airplanes and cigarette-butts That cover the ground Well this is what it all boils down to A stab in the back, a kick in the pants And a free ride downtown As you pass by the nuclear plant