The Ageing Young Rebel

An Ageing Young Rebel
Called What's His Name
Wanted to be different 
While he stayed the same
That he couldn't 
He just couldn't
No matter what he would try
Told by his mother
An ageing old thing
You better go see Clever
You give Clever a ring
Which he did
Called him up
Just so Mommy wouldn't cry

Clever heard his story
About different and the same
You crazy
This some silly game
Oh no, no it ain't
Like Mommy said
You gotta straiten up my head
Clever is so clever
Is your cleverness enough 
Can you help this ageing rebel
Do you really have the stuff
Bet you don't have 
Bet the bread that you'll pass the buck instead

Clever sends our hero
To a funny darken room
Where a crowd of Cunning listens 
Giggles in the gloom
That's your problem ageing rebel
Don't you really know the score
You crazy, you think you're gonna change this silly world 
Better see yourself a shrink
Cunningly they argue about our boy 
Who's breaking down the door

Now he's running down the dark
Diabolical awaits
Grabs him by the ankle 
Ain't it just like fate
Diabolical laughs 
In an alley full of suit
Forget the same 
you'll be different now
Somewhat shorter on one side
Let go 
Oh no
Would you diabolical inside
Panic in his brain pulls and gets away 
Losses him a foot 
It's a dark and evil day

See him running, limping blood
Something soft is just ahead 
Something soft is Gentle
He's fallen at her side
She comforts him with kisses
He dreams of suicide


Gentle is so gentle
Grabs the trouble by its root
Bandages his stump
Cuts off his other foot

So you see, it seems to me, a gentle kind of cruelty
Ageing rebel's older, a little wiser maybe too
Gentleness has fixed him
Does he look like me and you
Footless and fancy free
Think how happy Mom will be
Footless and fancy free
Think how happy Mom will be