Crimson flames tied through my ears 
Rollin' high and mighty traps 
Pounced with fire on flaming roads 
Using ideas as my maps 
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I 
Proud 'neath heated brow. 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
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 
Foundationed deep, somehow. 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
I'm younger than that now. 
 
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand 
At the mongrel dogs who teach 
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy 
In the instant that I preach 
My pathway led by confusion boats 
Mutiny from stern to bow. 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
I'm younger than that now. 
 
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats 
Too noble to neglect 
Deceived me into thinking 
I had something to protect 
Good and bad, I define these terms 
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow. 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
I'm younger than that now.