"Age Of Treason" Videos
On a long and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'
'Twas there I dreamt my dreams,and there I hung my jeans
And wandered through my puberty quite early
My mother was a tight knot bound up with false guilt
Strapped up in her feeling a wall she had built
An 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 of 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 he not been born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid
So the man worked with his hands up and down the la
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