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.