The Stampede (Biting Elbows)

Right about now As I’m screaming at the top of my lungs Spits barely hanging on to my tongue The hopeless efforts sure have stung Run fast, or you’ll get kicked apart The stampede is off to a good start When I see them running I’m nowhere near a zoo Don’t I know when anim als start rushing Maybe I should too? I am a little afraid Of those that are coming to our aid It’s gonna get real critical Real quick Oh son, you better get the money and run You better start thinking straight Before you get knocked by Fate or the masses With heads up their asses They’re getting their stones out and sharpening knives But you feel so alert that nothing escapes you It’s a plus that you don’t belong I am a little afraid Of those that are coming to our aid It’s gonna get real critical Real quick I am a little afraid Of those that are coming to our aid A little too late