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Crimson flames tied through my ears Rolling high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flamin' roads Usin' ideas as my maps We'll meet on edges soon said I Proud 'neath heated brow Ah, but I was so much older than 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 Foundation deep somehow Ah, but I was so much older than I'm younger than that now Girls faces formed the forward path From phony jealousy To memorizin' politics Of ancient history Flung down by corpse evangelists Unthought of, though, somehow Ah, but I was so much older than I'm younger than that now Ah, but I was so much older than I'm younger than that now My guard stood hard When abstract threats too noble to neglect Deceived me into thinkin' I had somethin' to protect Good and bad, I define these terms Quite clear, no doubt, somehow Ah, but I was so much older than I'm younger than that now I'm younger than that now I'm younger than that now I'm younger than that now I'm younger than that now