Excessive Rymes III
you are a tiger! tiger!
you are not a tiger
not even a butcher
don´t forget the lions after slumber
you really wanna try a trie
you don´t really wanna fly
too late to get wild
you´ve got your eyes in the carnaval
but it´s too late to cry
you are the night
you are not the night
you are not the wine
you are not the mankind
you are a lovely gun
for the drunken god
looking your space face close to mine
well you are a coin in a wasteland
just another day in the park
mr right ride
or should i say exit knight