~Under the Funk in All of His Junk
Walks the Choochoo-man Again to~

Wandering the world outside
seeking places where i could hide
there ain't no point in staying alive
but the body and soul are mine.

Stand between the treble tones
lay my feet in the ocean foam
praying mercy from the king
be shot away by the sling
oh no...

Counting all the words i wanna say
ripping apart the bills i have to pay
to myself a mighty breaker
beneath my skin the undertaker.

Taking notes of her being fine
what i wrote i can't define
someone's always by my side
but too big behind to hide.

Reputation kept me going
i could take the biggest Boeing
when i have to spread my wings
be shot away by the sling
oh no...

Counting all the words i wanna say
ripping apart the bills i have to pay
to myself a mighty breaker
beneath my skin the undertaker.

Ok i wanna hear you say!
Ok i wanna hear you neigh!
Ok i wanna hear you say!
Ok i wanna hear you pray!

We are tamed by the king
mind between two rock and swing
make some promises i woun't
even money doesn't count.

Irritated by the band
pick the biggest club in hand
swing the hardest man could swing
be shot away by the sling
oh no...

Counting all the words i wanna say
ripping apart the bills i have to pay
to myself a mighty breaker
beneath my skin the undertaker.

Ok i wanna hear you say!
Ok i wanna hear you neigh!
Ok i wanna hear you say!
Ok i wanna hear you pray!