Don’t, don’t disillusion me yet br The illusions are far too wonderful and wild br The adult world is beckoning me with problems unmet, just br Bury me in fiction, let me remain a child, just br Let me dream a day longer br Let me live for free br Let me indulge and love and fantasise, and br Ignore what I’m supposed to be br Take back your shackles of responsibility, br Turn back them hands of time br Take me back to an age when I br Was enthralled by sweets... and pantomime br br Give me my long lost innocence br Make me naïve and pure br Growing up’s a subtle disease, I’m br Subtly SCREAMING FOR THE CURE br br Hey, hey man. Calm down. It’s all okay. br The big wide world is scary, yes br But trust me you’ll find your way br And it’s not all about dodging bullets br Or working to stay alive br The world can be a magical place br A place where you can thrive br br A place where you can do your own thing, like: br Start a career br Make friends br Join clubs br Snort cocaine br Have mid-life crises br Cook your favourite dinners br Go for long walks br Philosophise br Make art br Get paranoid br Discover new perspectives br Fall hopelessly in love br Fall hopelessly out of love br Realise that ultimately nothing matters and br Make endless cups of tea! br br So you see br And I’m sure you’ll agree br Adult life is a diverse tapestry br br Spose you’re right mate. Here goes then. br br Here comes the world, with independence and depression, br With boredom - and ecstasy - and many chaotic storms, br I’m going from security - and domestic oppression, br To a world of freedom… and council tax forms.