Panda

Now when everything’s aside
No more places to hide
No more hidden obstacles revealed
The bananas peeled
Trapped like in a dream
Waiting for the train
Lots of steam, lots of steam
It’s always the same
My legs of stone can’t carry me home
Ho ho
Here comes the panda — the dying breed
When my seed can only make killers
Regrets in the morning, rugrats in a year
Fear will keep me going
Knowing that will keep me sane
Fame, what a lame is what I ache for
For what it’s worth I don’t really need it
Wanting it
It’s drilling a hole in my brain
Wanting it
Is tearing a hole in my soul
Ho ho
Here comes the panda — the dying breed
When my seed can only make killers
Regrets in the morning, rugrats in a year
Ho ho
Here comes the panda — the dying breed
When my seed can only make killers
Regrets in the morning, rugrats in a year
Ho ho
Here comes the panda — the dying breed
When my seed can only make killers
Regrets in the morning, rugrats in a year