Jungle Youth
I can't stop listening to this voice in my headGot me tearing through the covers on this rusty spring bedBust through the doorsFlames kissing my backThat's all I remember and then everything's blackYou know, it sounds so familiarSome place hot in my soulHello transmission: now you're in control
I look upI look downEverybody's bathing in Holy WaterAin't enough going aroundRaise their cupsWear their crownsYou're sitting on a gold-stained altarFeel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh
I woke in a fever taste the blood in my mouthMy eyes bruised shiny purple and I'm riddled with doubtIt feels so peculiar, boiling hot in my soulFarewell transmission: not meant for this world
I look upI look downEverybody's bathing in Holy WaterAin't enough going aroundRaise their cupsWear their crownsYou're sitting on a gold-stained altarFeel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh
Tonight, drifted off to sleepTonight must be having a bad dream when...
I look upI look downEverybody's bathing in Holy WaterAin't enough going aroundRaise their cupsWear their crownsYou're sitting on a gold-stained altarFeel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh