Tekster: Mountain Goats, The. Lion's Teeth.

The king of the jungle

Was asleep in his car

When your chances fall in your lap like that

You've gotta recognize them for what they really are

Nobody in this house

Wants to own up to the truth

I crawl in shotgun and reach into his mouth

And grab hold of one long sharp tooth



And hold on

For dear life

I hold on



Well of course he wakes up

His paw hits the horn

I am gonna regret

The day that I was born

And then mom

Rushes out to the driveway

My sister too

Everyone's screaming

I am dreaming of you



I hold on

For dear life

I hold on



And my arms get sore

And my palms start to sweat

And the tears roll down my face

Till my cheeks are hot and red and soaking wet



In come the cops

They blowtorch the doors

I start wailing

The lion roars

There's no good way to end this

Anyone can see

There's this great big you

And little old me



And we hold on

For dear life

We hold on

We hold on