Feed The Lions

Lyrics by Gerry Norman

Without worry or permission
I know where you’ve been fishing
For sharks in our seas
And I know where you hide the teeth

Young enough to be so fucked up
You can’t feel the fist
Flying through the air
You’re old and wiser now bud

Someone read me a poem or sing me a harmony
Someone feed the lions they’re lickin’ their lips and staring at me

Take me anywhere you want to
I’ll be the perfect passenger
I’ll stare out the windows and trees
Or I’ll listen to your music

Fast blood runs through me
I’ll sharpen my arrow
Shoot sharks in our seas
I’ve turned into a killer

Someone read me a poem or sing me a harmony
Someone feed the lions they’re lickin’ their lips and staring at me
We are all just cubs who’ve left our packs to find some meat
Sometimes all we need is a poem or a harmony to help us sleep
Someone read me a poem or sing me a harmony
Someone feed the lions they’re lickin’ their lips and staring at me