Well how come you only want tomorrow. With its promise of something hard to do. A real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold. Blue skies above and sun on your arms strength in your stride. And hope in those squeaky clean eyes. You'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go. Blinded with desire - guess the season is on. So you train by shadow boxing search for the truth. But it's all but it's all used up. Break open your million dollar weapon. And push your luck still you push still you push your luck. A broken nosed mogul are you. One of the new wave boys. Same old thing in brand new drag. Comes sweeping into view oh-ooh. As ugly as a teenage millionaire. Pretending it's a whizz kid world. You'll take me aside and say. "Well David what shall I do?. They wait for me in the hallway". I'll say "Don't ask me I don't know any hallways". But they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner. I feel like a group of one no-no. They can't do this to me. I'm not some piece of teenage wildlife. Those midwives to history put on their bloody robes. The word is that the hunted one is out there on his own. You're alone for maybe the last time. And you breathe for a long time. Then you howl like a wolf in a trap. And you daren't look behind. You fall to the ground like a leaf from the tree. And look up one time at that vast blue sky. Scream out aloud as they shoot you down. No no I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife. I'm not a piece of teenage wildlife. And no one will have seen and no one will confess. The fingerprints will prove that you coudn't pass the test. There'll be others on the line filing past who'll whisper low. I miss you he really had to go. Well each to his own he was. Another piece of teenage wildlife oh-oh-oh-ohh. Another piece of teenage wildlife oh-oh-oh-ohh. Another piece of teenage wild.... Wild. Wild. Wild