Standing in the street,
Making me so weak.
I'm just mentally detached from the
People around me.
Learning by the rules
Children soon find out
Drunken fathers' tools
Get handed on down by generation.
A young boy soon knows his destination.
Give him a chance and he'll,
Break away from it all.
Individuality just won't let him stall.
It might have been that every sound we made
Till all of us stopped to look round,
Any of them could have left town.
We've come to watch their personality change.
Individuality put us out of range.