Oh big stripey lie moving
  Like a wavy line
  Coming up behind
  
  All young gentle dreams drowning
  In life's grief
  Can you hang on me?
  
  Don't want to hurt you baby
  I only want to help you
  I could be good for you
  
  Your name is being called by sacred things
  That are not addressed nor listened to
  Sometimes they blow trumpets
  
  Only want to help you
  Never want to hurt you
  I know I could be good for you
  
  Oh my God it's a jungle in here
  You've got wild animals loose in here
  
  Want to help you
  Never hurt you
  Good for you
  
  Hey all you little waves run away
  Mmm run away