Born in a mission town, bred with the fist of our father
You take the pole-axe out of your spine
Push your shoulder blade back in its place
But I need a pseudonym, calm as a lunatic ulcer
I'll be the black rum and hear the bows hum
With the breath of my elephant oar
And you pushing pencils, an army torrential and soaking
Oh, little hark, be the clock of my heart
The sum of all elements say

You slave! (Underneath the banner of wanting)
You slave! (Underneath the banner of wanting)
It always takes me there (Back into the days I was hoping)
You slave! (It's real life happening)

So I get my papers in line and then get a fake passport
With all my decisions made
I've swum the fission lake many a time
And you slumped across the grey lawn with a bottle of maybes
I pour my own flesh out of my skull
I'm leaving this ever again

You slave! (Underneath a banner of wanting)
You slave! (Underneath a banner of wanting)
It always takes me there (Back into the days I was hoping)
You slave! (It's real life happening)

It's real life happening, oh
It's real life happening
I said, I'm coming down
I'm coming out

You slave (Underneath a banner of wanting)
You slave (Underneath a banner of wanting)
It always takes me there (Back into the days I was hoping)
You slave (It's real life happening)

Oh, and you'll never get older, you'll never get older
Oh, you'll never get older, you'll never get older