Boomtime coming

Man the monkey

In the craddle

In the graveyard

Sky is soaring

Lungs are burning

Rollercoaster

Rolls forever


A hightime rolling

Like the ocean

With hands more loving

Than a plastic surgeon

Young and scrawney

In the funhouse

And lord almighty

The Devil knows just what I've been doing


And there's a chance that it could all come down

And leave me reaching for the sun

When this could be the perfect one


When tenderness is far away

Keep me safe for another day


I've been under

Heavy weather

But I'll be armed and ready

In the future

Boomtime coming

Now I'm up and running

No-one's gonna

Live forever