Young Lions Lyrics - Adrian Belew

Hot tribal night 

underneath florescent skies 

bonfires rage strange 

wild waving shouting Picasso faces 

In the guise of a lioness 

the wind kisses her burning dress 

you can fell her animal eyes 

you can hear them cry, 

"Be the jewel around my neck, 

never a tear on my burning dress" 

Lying, paralyzed, 

a brave prey who lays dying 

and is surrounded by angry spirits 

hunters, guns, drums, and elephants 

Why is this night quiet? 

filled with trees filled with eyes 

as she prowls around my feet 

she throws back her head dress and cries, 

"Now you will be mine, 

be my young lion"