(pack - puerta - north - drummond)



Leaping quick on leopard's back

I face the brunt of his attack

In the land of nod i'm king

Until the alarm clock rings



Stepping out from safety's door

I hear the rushing traffic roar

Smiling to myself i say,

"...hooray its a brand new day"



Slashing my way through vine

I'll kill if i have to

I'll be there on time

Clawed through the freeway jam

I curse at the guy who passed me

Last time 'round



In my office settled back

Drink a cup of coffee (black)

Stretch my mind and try'n erase

The thought of the day to face



Life is like the leopard's den

And once you find you've fallen in

A safari of the heart

Surely comes to an end



Madness is our damnation

Strange is the situation we're all in

To one man it matters nothing

Others it shatters something; no one wins



I could not see it myself (though i'd read about it)

I could not hear it myself (though i'd heard about it)

I could not feel it myself (though i knew that it was real)



I could not hear it myself (don't you lie about it)

I could not feel it myself (but don't you cry about it)



For there's an animal in us all

The brunt of which you'll see