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Age Of Treason - Donovan
On a long and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin

In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin

Twas there I dreamt my dreams there I hung my jeans

And wandered through my puberty quite early

My mother was a tight knot bound up with false guilt

Strapped up in her feeling a wall she had built

An independent girl in a dark and cruel world

She'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back"

We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love

The family of mankind, the symbol of the dove

She only saw the surface of things before her face
But I was young and argued on for hours

My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made

Had he not been born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid

So the man worked with his hands up and down the land

His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow

With his Marxist worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or two

He once had been a Mason but he never followed through

Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of machine oil

And he read me poetry of visionaries

I flunked my way to college, a looser kind of school

Bop Re-Bopin ' play time arty, feeling cool

A chance to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene

Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well juiced

I was not academic, Art and English Lit

The history of mankind I liked that a bit

And What was I to do? The choices they were few

I downright disgrace to the working classes

I downright disgrace to the working classes

I downright disgrace to the working classes

I downright disgrace to the working classes