Growing Pain

Riding into town when the sun goes down And the natives get restless and the crowd comes round Pacing in place in a backward race While starting my case to another blank face I'm just sitting on the roadside Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by They may pa*s me by But i need a better reason to cry Growing pain it leaves a stain That's similar but not the same It's down the drain and what remains Maybe you're the one who's a little insane Now everything's lovely if you're ugly What you would, what you should, and what you could be Mr right, spending his life, Stabbing himself with a butter knife I'm just sitting on the roadside Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by They may pa*s me by But I need a better reason to cry Growing pain's a spinning blade Whirling round you like a razor edged chain It's down the drain and what remains Maybe you're the one who's a little insane Growing pain it leaves a stain That's similar but not the same Its down the drain and what remains Maybe you're the one who can make that change Can't shake hands with boxing gloves With whips and chains you'll never make love