Lion's Blood

A refugee from the east coast,
headed inland for summer
Five years later and she wonders
can I ever go home?

Locked in a cage with a lion,
she hasn't seen the sun in weeks,
he bares his teeth at anyone
that comes near,
her future seems bleak.

But they that I'm the tamer,
the king of the beasts.
I feel it in the air,
vibrations in the wind,
subtle clues to the coming feast.

See I've found myself here before,
with a stray dog and a mother wolf.
The bones lie out in the woods there somewhere,
no one ever took the time to look.

King of the Jungle,
I'll tell you now,
there will be hell to pay
for what you've done.
You're a rabid animal,
you need to be put down.
You'll know when I'm coming
your animal senses will hear the sound.
And when I get my hands on you,
I'm gonna rip out
your shiny sharp gold tooth.