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