Clouds
That one looks like a lion
That one’s trying to rain on you
Each time you come around

Bout
You were born a contender
You were born with a noose around
Your neck and ever since
Been cheating death with blood and
Scuba fins

Wonderful son
Wonderful sight
Don’t it feel good to be alive?

Wonderful son
Love at first sight
Don’t it feel good to be alive?

We run
Through a maze while officials
Make us feel like we’re parasites
And feed us dust to bite

And the light
At the end of the tunnel
It comes closer, it leads into
A doorway and we find
Another tunnel with another light

Wonderful son
Wonderful sight
Don’t it feel good to be alive?

Out of the black
Into the white
Everyone lacks something inside