He was a, real-rage-roar in a, new ordered world
He came with, steel-stage-score with a, head on the floor
Lion of truth, do ya, know what to do?
Something’s coming over me and i feel brand-new
I’m feeling, high-healed-hope like I\'m, blessed by the pope
I’m dancing, light-loosed-lope can’t keep, me in a mope
Spit on my boot, I\'ll just, stomp all on you
Something’s got a hold of me you ain’t got a clue