Lion (McGuinness Eugene)

I'm sitting on the ventriloquist lip Allowing his hand so maybe shouldn't be My disgraceful quest for immortality An adventure in an airship inflated by my ego Behind my bookcase I’m just gonna be I'm stitching up freaks in my secret laboratory It's up, takes his dire and the sex is not on fire But if beauty is truth that makes you a little lion The lions are out on the prowl So lions are who believe you for now Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah Cross just in case pride is just to the bones Skeletons dancing up on xylophones Opossums on some weird cheese Will feast upon the grunting of the berries The writing’s on the walls and it says red rum On this side of the mirror so go fetch me some They need a volunteer with total submission They require music commendation It’s dancing in, you got two ruby star kids And I'm still sitting on the ventriloquist lip My disgraceful quest for immortality My disgraceful quest for immortality The lions are out on prowl So lions are who believe you for now And I was raised by wild wolves In the brutal wilderness And I take you for a fool If you help me out of this Cross just in case pride is just to the bones Skeletons dancing up on xylophones Opossums on some weird cheese Will feast upon the grunting of the berries Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah.