[Intro]
C
[Strophe]
  C       Am         Em 
Crimson flames tied through my ears 
     F            G       C 
Rollin' high and mighty traps 
 C            Am       Em     C 
Pounced with fire on flaming roads 
  F         Em     G 
Using ideas as my maps 
        F      Am       G         C 
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I 
 Am                   F      G 
Proud 'neath heated brow. 
     C                 Am     C 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
     F        G        C 
I'm younger than that now.
[Instrumentale]
G    G    G    G
[Strophe]
  C            Am     Em 
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth 
   F           G          C 
"Rip down all hate," I screamed 
 C        Am       Em 
Lies that life is black and white 
F                        G 
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed 
   Am              Em 
Romantic facts of musketeers 
     F                  G 
Foundationed deep, somehow. 
        C      Am     Em      F 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
     G                C 
I'm younger than that now.
[Strophe]
    C         Am         Em 
Girls' faces formed the forward path 
       F    G     C 
From phony jealousy 
    C   Am     Em 
To memorizing politics 
   F             G 
Of ancient history 
    Am                 Em 
Flung down by corpse evangelists 
    F                      G 
Unthought of, though, somehow. 
      C               F       C 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
     F        G        C 
I'm younger than that now.
[Strophe]
   C      Am        Em 
A self-ordained professor's tongue 
    F    G      C 
Too serious to fool 
  C      Am      Em 
Spouted out that liberty 
    F                  G 
Is just equality in school 
   Am           Em 
"Equality," I spoke the word 
   F             G 
As if a wedding vow. 
       C      Am 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
 F           G         C 
I'm younger than that now.
[Strophe]
      C          Am        Em 
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand 
        F       G         C 
At the mongrel dogs who teach 
 C                 Am         Em 
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy 
        F               G 
In the instant that I preach 
    Am                F        C 
My existence led by confusion boats 
 Am          Em       G 
Mutiny from stern to bow. 
        C      Am      F     C 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
     G                 C 
I'm younger than that now.
[Strophe]
         C       Am            Em 
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats 
     F     G     C 
Too noble to neglect 
    C        Am    Em 
Deceived me into thinking 
       F               G 
I had something to protect 
 Am                Em 
Good and bad, I define these terms 
 F                        G 
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow. 
        C     Am       F      C 
Ah, but I was so much older then, 
      G                C 
I'm younger than that now.