Texty: Silverchair. Frogstomp. Cicada.

When he was just a little boy
He only had one favorite toy
And he had nothing on his mind
He never left anything behind, no

As he got older, things got worse
Like he had been born under a curse
Things started to fall apart
They went like they were at the start, no, ohh

It's like a civil war, growing up
It's like a civil war, don't turn away
It's something you can't ignore
Growing up, it's like a civil war

And now that he was in his teens
He started to learn live of his means
Probably to stay in here
And they didn't look like disappearin', no, ohh

It's like a civil war, growing up
It's like a civil war, don't turn away
It's something you can't ignore, growing up

Growing up, it's like a civil war
Don't turn away
It's something you can't ignore

Growing up, it's like a civil war
Don't turn away
It's something you can't ignore
Growing up, it's like a civil war