Lion

I'm sitting on the ventriloquist's knee
Allowing his hands somewhere they shouldn't be
My disgraceful quest for immortality
An adventure in an airship inflated by my ego
Behind my bookcase, start to study
I'm stitching up freaks in my secret laboratory
The subtext is dire and the sex is not on fire
But if beauty is truth that makes you a l-l-l-liar

The lions are out on the prowl
So lions I will believe you for now
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-oh, ah-ah

Cross-dressing cage-fighters juggle the bones
Skeletons dancing up on xylophones
… will feast upon the plump juniper berries
The writing's on the walls and it says …
On this side of the mirror so go fetch me some
They need a volunteer, total submission
The awarding music commendation
…
And I'm still sitting on the ventriloquist's knee
My disgraceful quest for immortality
My disgraceful quest for immortality

The lions are out on the prowl
So lions I will believe you for now
And I was raised by wild wolves
In the brutes of wilderness
And I'll take you for a fool
If you help me out of this, oooo

Cross-dressing cage-fighters juggle the bones
Skeletons dancing up on xylophones
… will feast upon the plump juniper berries
Ahhhh, oooo, ahhhh, oooo
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-oh, ah-ah
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-oh, ah-ah.