lion tamer, code of red
put you head between the lips of the brazen beast you whip
the doctor cant make a sick man better
if that doctor hates the man
so hate the sickness not the man
so let the lion eat from your own hand
let the wild beast make his very own end
the shape of the sea
the shape of the sun
when the lion eats the dragon
the two become one
the moon is the home of one giant crab
who slices up the doctor and throws him in the sand
one thousand years later i'm walking on the beach
and the pieces of the doctor
have baked and turned to bricks
lion tamer, code of red
put your head between the lips
you better feed your animal the doctors bricks
you better feed your baby when the baby gets sick