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 Went unrealized. 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.