In a cartoon land, before time began
He was half man, half jelly roll
In a savage rut, with towels for guts
lie down in mud, by a cinema truck

In a fiery time, with pirate’s suit and cap
Where we go nobody goes
I lost my chance, in a future tense
I lost my glow, parents don’t swallow your children whole

I’m stuck in a hole

I didn’t come for your sympathy
I didn’t come here for your gold
I didn’t come here for your treadmill nuance
I didn’t come for your “Maths is murder”

I didn’t come for your capilliary action
I didn’t come here for your heinrich technique
didn’t come here for your despot haircuts
I didn’t come here for your Russian roulette…
I didn’t even come for your hip loathing
Oh no… I came here for you silence
So underated I came here for your silence
That old drill sergeant
Just shut up!
I scare the boys, she scares the girls
I fear the trade, I don’t wanna work
At the summers dance with the hired hand
Trying, trying times…

Ride the tiger
Ride the tiger
Ride the tiger
Ride the tiger
Ride, ride ride

Here in the land of bridges and bends
When in the end you’re just a band