Ox Baker Triumphant[1]

Lyrics

I will rise from the swamp where they dumped my private plane
I'll be clutching the life preserver in my teeth
And I will find the highway
And I will flag down a truck
Worry lines on my forehead, blank stare underneath[5]

And when I come back to town
I'm gonna cast my burden down
A little worse for wear
Practically walking on air

I will thank my ride and crawl[4] my way back inside
To the guts of the building where my enemies
Hide in the dark like roaches
And I will signal the camera crew
And everyone will do what he's been trained how to do
Sweat dripping from my face[2] as my moment approaches

Click your heels[3], count to three
I bet[6] you never expected me
A little worse for wear
Practically walking on air

Banter

Live Performances

Footnotes

1. Ox Baker was...
2. "blood dripping down my face" (2009-02-24), "blood dripping down my jaw" (2013-06-03)
3. "c-c-click your heels" (2009-03-21), "click your goddamn heels" (2013-06-03)
4. "claw" (2009-02-24, 2009-02-25, 2009-03-21, 2009-04-06)
5. "worry lines on my bald forehead, blank smile underneath" (2009-03-21), "blank smile underneath" (2009-04-06)
6. "I'll bet" (2009-03-21, 2009-04-06)