"Dusty Lion" lyrics
So hear me roar I'm a dusty lion
They will heed the call for a quarter mile
Tis the season to roam for a mate
And my doorbell's sure to ring if I just sit and wait
Yes they come to play on these legs like iron
They will give you more than the favored prize
At the fair is worth anymore
You get the keys to the city and directions to my door
But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming
Maybe I'll fake it a little bit more
Surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater
Or sting the eyes of those who I adore
Yeah watch me go down that old tar trail
Let the hair grow long on my mane and tail
Til you can't see my eyes or my ears
And you don't know whether I've been missing for days
Or I've been missin' for days or I been missin' for fuckin' years I been missin' for fuckin' years
Cuz under the moonlight the weak become weary
Somethin' a lurkin' might spot them and then
Back to their home they will hastily scurry
Just to find the pranksters have let themselves in
Sayin' knock knock knock
Is anybody home
Sayin' knock knock knock knock knock knock
Is anybody home
But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming
Maybe I'll fake it a little bit more
Surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater
Or sting the eyes of those who I adore
Cuz the mightly old king of the bridge I be
From my bed of rope everything I see
Times a changin'
No food for the gulls
The beach house misses you sincerely
It complains you never call
But sadly the world has grown fat on my shoulders
All we need is a break from time to time
Surely the weather doesn't get much better
I hope this ain't the time of my life
Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better I hope this ain't the time of my life
Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better I hope this ain't the time of my life
They will heed the call for a quarter mile
Tis the season to roam for a mate
And my doorbell's sure to ring if I just sit and wait
Yes they come to play on these legs like iron
They will give you more than the favored prize
At the fair is worth anymore
You get the keys to the city and directions to my door
But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming
Maybe I'll fake it a little bit more
Surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater
Or sting the eyes of those who I adore
Yeah watch me go down that old tar trail
Let the hair grow long on my mane and tail
Til you can't see my eyes or my ears
And you don't know whether I've been missing for days
Or I've been missin' for days or I been missin' for fuckin' years I been missin' for fuckin' years
Cuz under the moonlight the weak become weary
Somethin' a lurkin' might spot them and then
Back to their home they will hastily scurry
Just to find the pranksters have let themselves in
Sayin' knock knock knock
Is anybody home
Sayin' knock knock knock knock knock knock
Is anybody home
But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming
Maybe I'll fake it a little bit more
Surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater
Or sting the eyes of those who I adore
Cuz the mightly old king of the bridge I be
From my bed of rope everything I see
Times a changin'
No food for the gulls
The beach house misses you sincerely
It complains you never call
But sadly the world has grown fat on my shoulders
All we need is a break from time to time
Surely the weather doesn't get much better
I hope this ain't the time of my life
Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better I hope this ain't the time of my life
Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better I hope this ain't the time of my life
