Uh oh, icky qualms

I'm getting sick of just sitting around
'Cause you think that by keeping me I'm safe and sound
You wrap me up, and you keep me warm
But you just... think I've just been fucking born

You don't realise that was quite some time ago
I'm old enough now to be set free
I tell them I'm a man but they don't believe me
And I tell them I'm a man but they don't believe me

Mom's obscene
Dad's obscene
The vicar's obscene
Oh God

I tell them I'm a man but they don't believe me
I tell them I'm a man but they don't believe me
I tell them I'm a man but they don't believe me
I tell them I'm a man but they don't believe me
But if I'm still here in the morning

They banned the bomb and the war on want
And they banned Richard Davis
They won't allow the rabies
As far as I'm concerned that's a load of bull
I know I'm a rebel, what I need is a cause
But if I'm still here in the morning