Dashing through the streets of Victoria I can still recall when the Harbour outshined the laser symphony I don't believe in wonder or no backseat driver Cause' I rather crawl than to play along with some kind of freemasonry (INSTRUMENTAL) Late night hours, searching for some lover Gotta ease the pain while the lion tries to bail from its own cage As much as I don't wanna obey and take orders Like good ol' Mark Twain, the bad boy eventually comes of age So I start to ponder what's meaningful With all the peripherals woo... Am I stuck in this awkward scenario Or simply delusional woo... When's my wake up call? (INSTRUMENTAL) So I start to ponder what's meaningful With all the peripherals woo... Am I stuck in this awkward scenario Or simply delusional woo... Honest people don't make the call Here's my wake up call