(Verse One)
Well, a life's what you make it like a ball of children's clay
What's a tiger in the morning, by the night may be the prey
And every day we have decisions that play habit to the host
I ought to build myself an ark ten-thousand miles inland from coast
And let it sit like an oceanic ghost
(Verse Two)
Brought to you by advertisers old and young throughout the land
It's the life you've always wanted, it fits the mold that they had planned
Would someone please take the time to play the spoiler to this fate
I want you dressed by 7:30 and out the door by eight
At 8:01 you'll ask me why I hesitate
(Verse Three)
If you were a juggler I would be part of your act
I'd trust you to throw my organs through the air and that's a fact
Use my intestines as a jump rope, make a javelin of my spine
If you promised afterward that both them and you were mine
And if you did, I'd be intact in a moment's time