The box packer has had it, says he's packing his last box
And if he ever shows again it'll be to shoot the boss
He seems pretty convincing, he's in a real bad mood
But I'm not scared because he likes me and I'd take a few shots too
I'd rather be a lion, like I've been before
When I'm stuck in the lion's cage and someone locked the door
And on the brightest day, we smiled at all the things
We spoke and thought and shook a lot and felt what time would bring
Time went on, my mind went gone, and here we are today
Nothing new, I'm crawling through because I stepped in shit again