Lion - Eugene McGuinness

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.