Mischief Brew - Nomad's Revolt.
"We go down to throw rocks at the river,
curses at the parade.
Wedge a stone in the gears of the clockworks,
try to keep us from acting our age.
We swore we'd carry on like this forever, 'til the free spirits bled.
But now can you believe who's a mother,
and that so-and-so's cut of their dreads."
Pretty much the pinnacle anthem for the aging punk rocker. One of my favourites.