I"ve been beating my head against the rubber wall.
I"ve been jumping on a ladder, tryin" to make it fall.
We"re diving off the cliff from the highest rocks (where is the water?).
Living underground in a little box.
Riding and changes.
And the world re- arranges fast.
This is sink or swim.
Sure as hell don't know what state I'm in.
Riding and changes.
And my life re-arranges fast.
First, always the same surrender.
Always left with the tender heart.
Relentless drumbeat.
Beating out through the night.
The streets are all empty.
People are running.
Shouting big bull is coming.
I don't see no big bull at all.
Ooh, grab the bull by the horns.
Listen to the rumble from beneath the ground.
I"m tryin"to get to sleep but there"s that angry sound.
All the stamping and the kicking, don"t know what I"m gonna do.
Have them made to many faces popping out.
Popping out. Popping out. Popping out. Ooh.
Riding and changes.
And the world re- arranges fast.
This is sink or swim.
Sure as hell, no - one knows, what state I"m in.
Riding and changes.
And my life re-arranges fast.
First, always the same surrender.
Always left with the tender heart.
This is making me nervous.
I have to admit it.
It"s out in the open.
I stand so commited.
But there is no escaping it.
Here it goes, this is it.
This is it. This is it. This is it. Is it. Is it...
Popping out. Popping out. This is it!
I"ve been jumping on a ladder, tryin" to make it fall.
We"re diving off the cliff from the highest rocks (where is the water?).
Living underground in a little box.
Riding and changes.
And the world re- arranges fast.
This is sink or swim.
Sure as hell don't know what state I'm in.
Riding and changes.
And my life re-arranges fast.
First, always the same surrender.
Always left with the tender heart.
Relentless drumbeat.
Beating out through the night.
The streets are all empty.
People are running.
Shouting big bull is coming.
I don't see no big bull at all.
Ooh, grab the bull by the horns.
Listen to the rumble from beneath the ground.
I"m tryin"to get to sleep but there"s that angry sound.
All the stamping and the kicking, don"t know what I"m gonna do.
Have them made to many faces popping out.
Popping out. Popping out. Popping out. Ooh.
Riding and changes.
And the world re- arranges fast.
This is sink or swim.
Sure as hell, no - one knows, what state I"m in.
Riding and changes.
And my life re-arranges fast.
First, always the same surrender.
Always left with the tender heart.
This is making me nervous.
I have to admit it.
It"s out in the open.
I stand so commited.
But there is no escaping it.
Here it goes, this is it.
This is it. This is it. This is it. Is it. Is it...
Popping out. Popping out. This is it!