The Brunt

(pack - puerta - north - drummond)

Leaping quick on leopard's back
I face the brunt of his attack
In the land of nod i'm king
Until the alarm clock rings

Stepping out from safety's door
I hear the rushing traffic roar
Smiling to myself i say,
"...hooray its a brand new day"

Slashing my way through vine
I'll kill if i have to
I'll be there on time
Clawed through the freeway jam
I curse at the guy who passed me
Last time 'round

In my office settled back
Drink a cup of coffee (black)
Stretch my mind and try'n erase
The thought of the day to face

Life is like the leopard's den
And once you find you've fallen in
A safari of the heart
Surely comes to an end

Madness is our damnation
Strange is the situation we're all in
To one man it matters nothing
Others it shatters something; no one wins

I could not see it myself (though i'd read about it)
I could not hear it myself (though i'd heard about it)
I could not feel it myself (though i knew that it was real)

I could not hear it myself (don't you lie about it)
I could not feel it myself (but don't you cry about it)

For there's an animal in us all
The brunt of which you'll see