You're a battery to the tongue
An anarchy reserved for the young
But where did you hide the years you missed?
Holding your own hand clutched in a fist.
You're allergic to the clock when it ticks
Your Calvary is the moment's tricks
But where you slide is where you slip
Folding your own hand and calling quits
Won't you grow up now?
Because you're acting half your age
When you're acting out your rage
You're just acting life on stage
The part you play takes your self away
A sadder day for your Saturdays
But how do you find what's not on your list?
A colder kiss from the week's dead lips.
Won't you grow up now?
Because you're acting half your age
When you're acting out your rage
You're just acting life on stage
Won't you grow up now?
Because you're acting half your age
When you're acting out your rage
You're just acting life on stage
Where are you going
And how will you know when you've got there?
Why does this matter
And when will it be enough for you?
Won't you grow up now?
Because you're acting half your age
When you're acting out your rage
You're just acting life on stage
Won't you grow up now?
Because you're acting half your age
When you're acting out your rage
You're just acting life on stage
You're just acting life on stage
You're just acting life on stage.