Give me the pain, give me all I can take I'm no tiger I'm falsely accused and I burn at the stake Give me a way to redefine who I am I'm not a tiger, but I am still not a lamb Thylacine You were never even there Now you've got patchy hair and you've got aches from your office chair They only care about the beautiful voices And you're a child making irrational noises They only care about the ball on the field When you're out there, you're slipping into a dream Thylacine Don't go losing yourself It's all good if you're misunderstood They'll be saving your pelt While you're burning in hell