Ox Baker Triumphant

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

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 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[1] as my moment approaches

Click your heels[2], count to three
I bet you never expected me
A little worse for wear
Practically walking on air

Banter

Live Performances

Footnotes

1. "blood dripping down my jaw" (2013-06-03)
2. "click your goddamn heels" (2013-06-03)