A thrill seeker
Two weeks from anywhere
Sets his mind to the task at hand
But he knows first he抣l have to beat their fence
So he goes, drops right in
Just as the guards come closing in 憆ound him
Send him back to the drawing board again
He抣l have to be more punk next year
With nothing to show for it all, but his hand
Punk enough next year
With nothing to show for it all but a gimpy hand