Ox Baker Triumphant

I will rise from the swamp where they dumped my private plane
 I'll be clutching the life preserver in my teeth
 And I will find the highway
 And I will flag down a truck
 Worry lines on my forehead, blank stare underneath
 And when I come back to town
 I'm gonna cast my burden down
 A little worse for wear
 Practically walking on air
 I will thank my ride and crawl my way back inside
 To the guts of the building where my enemies
 Hide in the dark like roaches
 And I will signal the camera crew and everyone will do
 What he's been trained how to do
 Sweat dripping from my face as my moment approaches
 Click your heels, count to three
 I bet you never expected me
 A little worse for wear
 Practically walking on air