The Brunt - Ambrosia, Al Perkins, Chuck Girard

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