Lion

I'm sitting on the ventriloquist lip

Allowing his hand so maybe shouldn't be

My disgraceful quest for immortality

An adventure in an airship inflated by my ego

Behind my bookcase I’m just gonna be

I'm stitching up freaks in my secret laboratory

It's up, takes his dire and the sex is not on fire

But if beauty is truth that makes you a little lion

The lions are out on the prowl

So lions are who believe you for now

Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah

Cross just in case pride is just to the bones

Skeletons dancing up on xylophones

Opossums on some weird cheese

Will feast upon the grunting of the berries

The writing’s on the walls and it says red rum

On this side of the mirror so go fetch me some

They need a volunteer with total submission

They require music commendation

It’s dancing in, you got two ruby star kids

And I'm still sitting on the ventriloquist lip

My disgraceful quest for immortality

My disgraceful quest for immortality

The lions are out on prowl

So lions are who believe you for now

And I was raised by wild wolves

In the brutal wilderness

And I take you for a fool

If you help me out of this

Cross just in case pride is just to the bones

Skeletons dancing up on xylophones

Opossums on some weird cheese

Will feast upon the grunting of the berries

Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah

Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah.