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When I was crowned a mummy¹s boy by friends I didn¹t like I made a meal of trips to school upon my fathers bike and I used to sit between his legs, perched on a piece of wood and if it ever rained on us I slipped beneath his hood, at home the radio was on Œwall papered all those years, the world was such a simple place with music to my ears. From Julie Andrews to Gerry Garcia life was all fun and games I was out of my head, and underneath my bed playing with electric trains. I met my friends at Sunday school and playing on the field, inside my bedroom there I found the future was concealed my records stacked up in a pile, collected from the chart Letras de cancioneswith pictures pinned up on the wall I found my beating heart, and at home the stereo was on my feet stomped the floor, a Fender willow cricket bat had left me wanting more. From Julie Andrews to Gerry Garcia life was all fun and games I was out of my head, and underneath my bed playing with electric trains. Kneeling with my torch light turning my transformer sleeping in my wet dreams with my eyeballs stuck in readers wife¹s, pubic hairs were proudly counted everyday I woke manhood took me slowly down and down and down...... I chased the girls and made them cry my hair grew down my back the contents of my teenage years were spent down in the sack and I played guitar and formed a band, I pewked up all night long as people came to sit and stare while I raced through my song, at home there was sadly nothing on my childhood had to end, the Sound of Music passed me by just like the Grateful Dead. From Julie Andrews to Gerry Garcia life was all fun and games I was out of my head, and underneath my bed playing with electric trains. From Julie Andrews to Gerry Garcia climbing in that photograph I can touch my stupid face I chose the road to here and now and this very special place where all I am is all I breath its a sober world I chase so I can fix these broken tracks, playing with electric trains. From Letras Mania