Boomtime coming. Man the monkey. In the cradle

In the graveyard. Sky is soaring. Lungs are burning

Roller-coaster. Rolls forever

A high time rolling, like the ocean

Hands more loving, than a plastic surgeon

Young and scrawny. In the fun house

And lord almighty. Devil knows just what I've been doing

And there's a chance, that it could all come down

And there's a chance, there's a chance. Leave me reaching for the sun

Leave me reaching for the sun. And this could be the perfect one

And this could be the perfect one. And this could be the perfect one

And this could be the perfect one

When tenderness is far away. Keep me safe for another day

I've been under. Heavy weather. I'll be armed and ready

In the future. Boomtime coming. Now I'm up and running

No-one's gonna live forever

And there's a chance, that it could all come down

And there's a chance, there's a chance. Leave me reaching for the sun

Leave me reaching for the sun. And this could be the perfect one

And this could be the perfect one. And this could be the perfect one

And this could be the perfect one. And this could be the perfect one

And this could be the perfect one. And this could be the perfect one