The tiger got to hunt
The bird got to fly
The man got to sit and wonder why
The tiger got to sleep
The bird got to land
The man got to tell himself one day he'll understand

They cancelled all my shows throughout the lower south
So with my rapid fire motormouth I capsized the show promoter's house
Claimed my coin and copped a case of cola
Hopped a train-sylvania with Stoker down to NOLA
I'm the scatterbrain eating boxes of Zatarain's
At the lacquer stained tavern table tops
Tellin' K-Ville cops that I don't have a name or occupation
That's when they lost their patience
And brought me to the station for some cross examination
I'm being held under wrongful suspicion
All bundled up in an awkward position
'Til my man the jailer handed me a file
I filed the bars like documents and wandered down the aisle
Once back on my hurtin' feet I hurdled free to Bourbon Street
Where unexpectedly I met a fleet of Atakapa chiefs who want to murder me
Because my eighth-great grandpops stole the land with a gun in his hand
Now lookin' back it's just a blur
They stuck me for my fur plus my frankincense and myrrh
I had the "been beaten in the head with a bison femur" blues
My wound spewed all my philosophical views
Although I didn't have many to lose
The most significant of 'em is one I often abuse

I was awoken several hours later by defibrillators
Headed to the sixth level in a crowded elevator of the medicinal center
Where the doctors all said I would be shackled in forever to a hospital bed
They tried to calm me down with the sedatives and drowsiness
Then I read the proud text of Malcolm x
It taught I should never let 'em put my mouth to rest and speak out against
Money hungry charlatans and counterfeits
One day I snapped, gnawed through my straps
Fled my ward and lunged into the rumpus room while during mass
And asked the parishioners, who were all in awe
"Why you worship this awful god with volume knobs?"
Jumped on a table ripped the box from off the wall
Swung it by a cable through a window in the hall
The nurses pulled cans of pepper spray from their purses
But their disperses proved worthless
As I made a getaway to the surface
Pirated a charter boat, crossed the gulf
Along the Florida coast to the Galapagos
Off in the distance a perforated roll
Ran through player piano like worms through a skull

Yo, Nietzsche couldn't reach me nor could any of his kind
'Cause cutting down vines with a simian mind
Is like tryin' to drain the ocean out onto dry land
Even if you succeed the water meets up again
It's been a long time since my introspective journey
And with the help of a respected attorney
I moved out west to find a home in Idaho
Long from the land of Cajun catfish and Zydeco
And up here there ain't nothing to do
Unless your into having barnyard fun and huffing glue
And I'm not
So I sit and wonder lots
As my troglodytic mind slips into another spot
Where steatopygic women swim without a sullen thought
In reality a man killed the next and stole his crops
And I used to do the same for an answer to my question
Until I figured out there ain't a man who has possession
Assuming there's a foundation there to possess
It's all too human to expect any sense
The thought'll always claw at the back of my mind
Out of all the great beasts why I had to be mine
Leg, leg, arm, head, upright spine
It's a members only club with one way to resign

The tiger got to hunt
The bird got to fly
The man got to sit and wonder why
The tiger got to sleep
The bird got to land
The man'll never understand even if he thinks he can