Marching down the street There is nothing only fear I am holding my gun up right like they told me We're moving step by step There's nothing wrong with me The soles of my feet are granny skin green moss The enemy follows the cigarettes I drop It's over step by step The sound of pounding feet Sick of it all With a bone out my thigh Yeah there's one man down But an angel on my side Are you writing your mom? Or a home you once knew? Now there's two men down And both of them I knew I'm sure you've got some Growing Pains I know I've got some Growing Pains Ducking for cover The bullets fly I watch Mud in my gun I can't shoot even if I want It's over burning down There's nothing wrong with me Nothing wrong with me Making a charge for a hill Like I'm blind drunk Knowing my cause for the first time I'm in front Forgetting My gun is done I'll use my fists Sick of it all With a bone out my thigh Yeah there's one man down But an angel on my side Are you writing your mom? Or a home you once knew? Now there's two men down And both of them I knew I'm sure you've got some Growing Pains I know I've got some Growing Pains Sick of it all With a bone out my thigh Yeah there's one man down But an angel on my side Are you writing your mom? Or a home you once knew? Now there's two men down And both of them I knew I'm sure you've got some Growing Pains I know I've got some Growing Pains