Bring ’Em In

I've gotta climb this mountain, yeah, I'll deal with you later
If you burst into laugh then I will ch-ch-ch-choke you with my cough
I am better of dead, I'm rolling high and I'll be gone for tomorrow

So copying styles if you're a "one of a kind"
Oh Yeah! Alright!

Tough looking star, painted in black, smoothed in white cream
Sing lazy songs, lyrics haven't been the same without it
And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon, I will comfort me

With saying that I'm just a "one of a kind"
Oh Yeah! Alright!

And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon
You may comfort me by saying that you're all by a tune, and you will say:
I wander what's so wrong about it, I wander what's happy about it
I want it now and you will never be alive!!

I want it now, but you were never my kind
So cry at night when the band pullet out