Lyrics
I'm sitting on the ventriloquist lip
Allowing his hand so maybe shouldn't be
My disgraceful quest for immortality
An adventure in the air, ship inflated by my ego
Behind my bookcase I'm stitching up freaks in my secret laboratory
It's up and my sex is not on fire
But if beauty is truth that makes you a lion
The lions are out on prowl
So lions are to you for now
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
Cross just in case skeletons dancing up on xylophone
will feast upon the
We writing on the walls and it says. .
On this side of the mirror so go fetch me some
They need a volunteer
Is they and I'm so sitting on
My disgraceful quest for immortality
My disgraceful quest for immortality
The lions are out on prowl
So lions are to you for now
And I was raised by wild wolves
And the brutes of wilderness
And I take you for a fool
If you help me out of this
Cross just in case skeletons dancing up on xylophone
will feast upon the
Lions, lions
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah.
