A thrill seeker Two weeks from anywhere Sets his mind to the task at hand But he knows first he抣l have to beat their fence. So he goes, drops right in, Just as the guards come closing in 憆ound him. Send him back to the drawing board again He抣l have to be more punk next year. With nothing to show for it all, but his hand Punk enough next year With nothing to show for it all but a gimpy hand.