Boomtime coming
Man the monkey
In the craddle

In the graveyard
Sky is soaring
Lungs are burning

Rollercoaster
Rolls forever


A hightime rolling
Like the ocean
With hands more loving

Than a plastic surgeon
Young and scrawney
In the funhouse

And lord almighty
The Devil knows just what I've been doing


And there's a chance that it could all come down
And leave me reaching for the sun
When this could be the perfect one


When tenderness is far away
Keep me safe for another day


I've been under
Heavy weather

But I'll be armed and ready
In the future
Boomtime coming

Now I'm up and running
No-one's gonna
Live forever