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En Flamme stund ich leechterloh,
jed Fall hätt zojeschnapp.
Wo ich jing, hätt dä Teer jeschmoort,
jed Idee woor'n Landkaat.
"Mir stonn ahm Abjrund, paßt bloß op!"
Mann, kohm ich mir joot vüür.
Dat woor, als ich noch vill älder woor,
... ess vill passiert sickher.
Met jedem blöde Vorurteil
hann ich Jeck mich befaß.
Ich hann jedaach en schwazz un wieß,
all Zweschetön jehaß.
Romantisch woor ich, gnadenlos,
su wie ne Musketier.
Dat woor, als ich noch vill älder woor,
... ess vill passiert sickher.
Ungerwääß su manch Jeseech,
dat dir en Schleimspur läht.
Johreszahle, Politik, die immer bloß zo spät.
Un Prädijer op Schritt un Tritt,
die'sch nie wirklich kapiert.
Dat woor, als ich noch vill älder woor,
... ess vill passiert sickher.
Ne selvsternannte Durchblicker
hätt bierähnz, seriös,
behauptet, dat Erziehungsgleichheit
all Probleme lööß.
"Gleichheit" ? wie off hann ich dat Woot
vür'm Spejel rezitiert?
Dat woor, als ich noch vill älder woor,
... ess vill passiert sickher.
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Crimson flames tied through my ears rollin' high
and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I,
proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then.
I'm younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth,
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then.
I'm younger than that now.
Girls' faces formed the forward
path from phony jealousy
To memorizing politics of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists,
unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then.
I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's tongue
too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty is
just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
as if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then.
I'm younger than that now.
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
at the mongrel dogswho teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
in the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats,
mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then.
I'm younger than that now.
Yes, my guard stood hard
when abstract threats too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then.
I'm younger than that now.
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