Oh big stripey lie moving 
Like a wavy line 
Coming up behind

All young gentle dreams drowning 
In life`s grief 
Can you hang on me?

Don`t want to hurt you baby 
I only want to help you 
I could be good for you

Your name is being called by sacred things 
That are not addressed nor listened to 
Sometimes they blow trumpets

Only want to help you 
Never want to hurt you 
I know I could be good for you

Oh my God it`s a jungle in here 
You`ve got wild animals loose in here

Want to help you 
Never hurt you 
Good for you

Hey all you little waves run away 
Mmm run away