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