I never had my tonsils removed
It was the nasal polyps at the age of six, six, six
And it was quite an exercise in terror
I'll tell you something far more interesting
Childhood is a fleeting thing, but trauma stays
See, a little while ago
Where the sick and crippled go
I collapsed to, to the floor
When from the faint I came around
I was still lying on the ground
My head held in a fish's lap
And mutant faces gawked and yapped
Now, here's the twist, to my surprise
When I slowly opened my eyes
In panic I wanted to kick and scream
I was convinced that I relived
That nightmare from when I was six
'Cause childhood is a fleeting thing but trauma stays
