American Town

You can choose your way to stagnate
In your American town
If the Army doesn't get you
Be a factory clown
But you're all standing still
While the world goes around
Then try turning me up but I'm
Turning them down

The teachers in gold-rimmed glasses
Teach from the banker's gold-rimmed books
The women on the corner smile
So the cops can play the crooks
They all fit one description
'Cause they're cast from a singular mold
But I'm the one that's about to break it
That ain't no way to grow old

They're gonna go to the drive in
Get drunk and cause a scene
They're gonna bust some heads in
'Cause they're cooler if they're mean
Maybe drop some acid
What's the difference you're thirteen
But I'm headed for the border
And erasing myself clean

The teachers in gold-rimmed glasses
Teach from the banker's gold-rimmed books
The women on the corner smile
So the cops can play the crooks
They all fit one description
'Cause they're cast from a singular mold
But I'm the one that's about to break it
That ain't no way to grow old