(Pack - Puerta - North - Drummond) Leaping quick on leopard's back I face the brunt of his attack In the land of nod I'm king Until the alarm clock rings Stepping out from safety's door I hear the rushing traffic roar Smiling to myself I say, "...Hooray its a brand new day" Slashing my way through vine I'll kill if I have to I'll be there on time Clawed through the freeway jam I curse at the guy who passed me Last time 'round In my office settled back Drink a cup of coffee (black) Stretch my mind and try'n erase The thought of the day to face Life is like the leopard's den And once you find you've fallen in A safari of the heart Surely comes to an end Madness is our damnation Strange is the situation we're all in To one man it matters nothing Others it shatters something; no one wins I could not see it myself (Though I'd read about it) I could not hear it myself (Though I'd heard about it) I could not feel it myself (Though I knew that it was real) I could not hear it myself (Don't you lie about it) I could not feel it myself (But don't you cry about it) For there's an animal in us all The brunt of which you'll see