listen up son don’t get too relaxed
to think too hard, don’t let me distract
you see, you’re only half way ’round the track
but you take one step forward and two bigger steps back
three of the four shiny buttons you choose
will give you a shock , but you’ve nothing to lose
we’re all so aware of how easy you bruise
but you wouldn’t fall over if you’d tie yer shoes
locked yourself up in an unmarked crate
in the dark so long that your pupils don’t dialate
if she came down you wouldn’t hesitate
but you’ve only got love potions one through eight
you lah lah lah while you’re pluggin your ears
so I clear my throat and choke back the tears
and blah blah blah cuz I know you can hear me
you wouldn’t get out of the way
so the stampede left you mangled
seems in the circle of life
you’d be a right angle
the analytic aproach is wearing you thin
you’d think your hands were made to cradle your chin
if fear was a sport then my god you would win
but if it was a crime you’d have to turn yourself in
