Feeling falling, seeing the weight again
Running and jumping, when's the rain
A fear in the face of ignorance
Can I have a boss man's stuff, we hit the study line
Intolerance, that's what it is
It swings me in, chugs me out, screaming
And the hearty groove, I could jog you into a corner

A heart that's bricked back in its place
Finding, finding, finding, finding, finding
Are you worrying me?
Are you worrying me?
Are you worrying me?
Mr. Trump, Mr. Trump
Mr. Trump, try, try to fight
Try, try

My name
It's a lion's mane
I'm a lion's mane












I'm just having a chance and so much to explore
I'm wasting a crowd and something rots and finally waves
Believing truth can see you
Believing I can see you
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Believing, believing, believing
Fading my faith, fading my faith
Fading, fading
Fading
It's not the green of dawn
It's the sense to me that's gone
Grown at the disadvantage
And the hobby grew
Waiting
And the hobby grew
Standing
And the hobby grew
Shaving
And the hitting
The calling
And the hobby grew
The hussing
And the hobby grew
The jolting
And the hobby grew
Travelling
And the hobby grew
Standing
And the hobby grew
Streaming
And the hobby grew
Feeling
And the hobby grew
Fighting
And the hobby grew
Singing
And the hobby grew
Sounding
And the hobby grew