Lion's Teeth - The Mountain Goats

The king of the jungle

Was asleep in his car

When your chances fall in your lap like that

You’ve got to 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 going to 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