They come from everywhere
They're in your pants
and they are looking for
their little piece of cake
Yeah, there's one in every crowd
who doesnít want to shut his mouth
but he better get his butt
out of the way...
They push and pull and stick you
Then they knock you down and lick you
when you turn your back
they catch you by the tail...
If your perfect planís a bungle
Itís the law in every jungle
If they ask you, just say you donít inhale......
now I see the gates of Heaven
Hear the angels sing
theyíre calling me..
They give to me
But I lose the key..
runniní out of time..
(Written by Jeff Jones/Stephen Bishop)
*This was written for the movie of the
same name. The riff part of the song
was originally from another song of mine
called, "Late." A talented songwriter
named Jeff Jones collaborated
with me and we tried to inject some
crazed frantic feelings into this
recording. The movie people went
went with another song. Jeff played all
the synthesizer parts and sang