Age Of Treason

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 land
His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow

With his Marxist 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 machine oil
And he read me poetry of visionaries

I flunked my way to college, a looser kind of school
Bop Re-Bopin ' play time arty, feeling cool
A chance to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene
Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well juiced

I was not academic, Art and English Lit
The history of mankind I liked that a bit
What was I to do? The choices they were few
I downright disgrace to the working classes
I downright disgrace to the working classes
I downright disgrace to the working classes
I downright disgrace to the working classes