How come you only want tomorrow
With its promise of something hard to do
A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold
Blue skies above and sun on your arms strength in your stride
And hope in those squeaky clean eyes
You'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go
Blinded with desire I guess the season is on

So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
But it's all used up
You break open your million dollar weapon
Still you push your luck
A broken nosed mogul are you
One of the new wave boys
Same old thing in brand new drag
Comes sweeping into view

As ugly as a teenage millionaire
Pretending it's a whizz kid world
And you'll take me aside
And say
David what shall I do
They wait for me in the hallway
And I'll say don't ask me I don't know any hallways
But they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner
I feel like a group of one
They can't do this to me
I'm not some piece of teenage wildlife

Those midwives to history put on their bloody robes
The word is that the hunted one is out there on his own
You're alone for maybe the last time
And you breathe for a long time
Then you howl like a wolf in a trap
And you daren't look behind
You fall to the ground like a leaf from a tree
And look up one time at that vast blue sky
Scream out aloud as they shoot you down
No, no I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife

And no one will have seen and no one will confess
Fingerprints will prove that you couldn't pass the test
And there'll be others on the line filing past
Who'll whisper low
I miss you he had to go
Each to his own
Just another piece of teenage wildlife