I want to go back to the way it used to be   Before the bad guys came out on the trees   And pulled the sky down on top of the dark   Brown sticky soft pack earth of my heart      I only want to be that hero saving you from the damn   Car bombings in Afghanistan   I don't want to be damned    I want to be ten   I want to be a real man      I want to take you out on the town   And give you some good times to throw around   In your head when you're old and you've got no friends   I'll make the good times never end      And there will be hand granades    Keep the pins in their pockets    Open you up   Fill you up with rockets   So you can go anywhere you like   Any ol' time      The way the rings around the jersey shore   Can fill you up with blue forever more   I'll lift you up without letting you down   Keep all your dreams from turning brown      And all the birds will keep lifting you up and then   into the air   And into the thin space between the here and now      Oh I'll   I Can't stop hitting myself over the head   I do my best to keep up with the dead      Don't know why everybody's in my high   Oh I Feel like flying    Trying to Put the bats back into the dark   Black of my heart   I made out a jam   It's all good until someone catches a feelin'   And I'm feeling again.