one jungle

fixx, the

the sailor walks across the ocean

unsafe on waves of glass

any time dark skies could open

and he could perish at the mast

his stomach turns

the potion burns

he's lifting every stone

money comes

and money goes

but man must always have a home

money comes

and money goes

man could never be alone

hunter in his leafy temple

monkeys sing

the lion rides

jungle tempting with example

his gun always by his side

the potion burns

his stomach turns

he's lifting every stone

astronauts on a travelled plan

searching for his other man

the plastic pawn is in his hand

and in the other

a looking glass

his stomach turns

the potion burns

he's lifting every stone

money comes

money goes