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(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 it's 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
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