Testo The brunt Ambrosia

The brunt

(pack - puerta - north - drummond)

Leaping quick on leopards back
I face the brunt of his attack
In the land of nod Im king
Until the alarm clock rings

Stepping out from safetys door
I hear the rushing traffic roar
Smiling to myself I say,
...hooray its a brand new day

Slashing my way through vine
Ill kill if I have to
Ill be there on time
Clawed through the freeway jam
I curse at the guy who passed me
Last time round

In my office settled back
Drink a cup of coffee (black)
Stretch my mind and tryn erase
The thought of the day to face

Life is like the leopards den
And once you find youve fallen in
A safari of the heart
Surely comes to an end

Madness is our damnation
Strange is the situation were all in
To one man it matters nothing
Others it shatters something; no one wins

I could not see it myself (though Id read about it)
I could not hear it myself (though Id heard about it)
I could not feel it myself (though I knew that it was real)

I could not hear it myself (dont you lie about it)
I could not feel it myself (but dont you cry about it)

For theres an animal in us all
The brunt of which youll see