Текст песни Age Of Treason

On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin

In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'

'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, I hung my jeans

And wandered through my puberty as all do

My mother was a tight nut bound up with false guilt

Strapped up in her fearing wall she had built

The independent girl in a dark and cruel world

She'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back"

We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love

The family is mankind, the symbol of the dove

She only saw the surface of things before her face

But I was young and argued on for hours

My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made

Had nothing, born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid

So the man worked with his hands up and down the land

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With his marks as worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or two

He once had been a Mason but he never followed through

Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of mushy oil

And he read me poetry of visionaries

I flunk my way to college, a looser kind of school

But we bobbed and played time arty, feeling cool

Just to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene

Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced

I was not academic, Art and English neat

The history of mankind I liked that a bit

And what was I to do? The choices they were few

I done right disgrace to the working classes

I done right disgrace to the working classes

I done right disgrace to the working classes

I done right disgrace to the working classes