[Intro]     [Verse 1] On a lone 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 as all do              [Verse 2] My mother was a tight knot bound up with false guilt Strapped up in her fearing wall she had built An independent girl in a dark and cruel world She’d lost the way to say "OK now lay back"              [Verse 3] 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              [Verse 4] 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              [Verse 5] 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 visio-naries              [Verse 6] I flunk my way to college a looser kind of school Got me borrowed play time arty feeling cool Just to live an artist diggin’ the ravin’ scene Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced              [Verse 7] 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 A downright disgrace to the working classes A downright disgrace to the working classes A downright disgrace to the working classes A downright disgrace to the working classes