The Art of Survival

The Art of Survival

BE-BOP-A-LULA, BABE
BE-BOP-A-LULA, SWEETHEART
I DON’T WANNA MAKE YOU OBEY ME
THOUGH I HAVE BEEN TRYING SO HARD
BUT NOW I’M IN DANGER
SO WOULD YOU PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR HAND
I FEEL LIKE A STRANGER
IN NOBODY’S LAND
I’M NOT HAVING FUN
I KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT
SEEMINGLY I WENT TOO FAR
AND NOW IT’S TOO LATE FOR ME TO GET OUT
AND NOBODY GIVES
A DAMN FOR A PIECE OF MY LIFE
IT’S TIME TO BEGIN
A DANCE OF THE ART TO SURVIVE
THE ART TO SURVIVE, BABE
YOU WANT A RELIABLE PROOF
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN:
HEY, BABE, LOOK UP TO THE ROOF
YOU SEE: SHARPSHOOTERS ARE WAITING FOR ME
WAITING FOR ME
WAITING FOR ME
BE-BOP-A-LULA, BABE
BE-BOP-A-LULA, SWEETHEART
I DON’T WANNA MAKE YOU OBEY ME
THOUGH I HAVE BEEN TRYING SO HARD
BUT THEY DON’T FORGET THE BEGINNING
THEY WON’T LET ME GET TO THE END
SO GIVE ME, PLEASE, GIVE ME, PLEASE, GIVE ME
A CHANCE TO SURVIVE IN NOBODY’S LAND