No clear signal coming over the radio
Maybe I'll stick my head out the window
Catch a glimpse of something enthralling
Sing a little a cappella calypso
The French vegetarian ran over a squirrel
Can't get him to stop crying about it
Doesn't want to sing the Circle of Life
Between snivels he's labeling himself a hypocrite
How long are we going to stay atop this plateau
Will we ever live in the jungle again
Somewhere, anywhere, without a paved street
Will we ever live in the jungle again
Somewhere, anywhere, without a paved street
The wind and rain are peeling the paint off the facade
Carpets been eaten by rats
Door hangs forlornly from one last rusty hinge
Tiles fall from the ceiling like so many drunken acrobats
Living in fear of your own ambitions
Building walls between you and your dreams
Have to learn to break through that past
Have to stop reacting only in extremes
How long are we going to stay atop this plateau
How long, how long, how long
Will you keep yourself locked up
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