I'm too young for the hammer on my shoulder
Too young for the gun at my side
Standing at a door that's moulded over
Could this emotion rid me of the tide
I've seen the colour drain as they get older
Their prejudice so grey in their eyes
The box they put me in has fallen over
I've got no need for sleep, I'm just tired
I've got no need for sleep, I'm just tired
We're all in need of
This opportunity
To take the obstacles
Once hereditary
I believe in the freedom
That exists here inside
I'm too young for the hammer on my shoulder
Too young for the gun at my side
Standing at a door that's moulded over
Could this emotion rid me of the tide
I'm too young for the hammer on my shoulder
Too young for the gun at my side
Standing at a door that's moulded over
Can this emotion rid me of the tide
Can this emotion rid me of the tide
Can this end now