Leon

Looks across the fields

That lie across the playground

Dreams of life beyond the gates

And far from this town

Trapped inside a room

With boring little children

Leon dreams of life

Outside his hollow building

He is stuck inside his head, and in a whirl

He feels like running out, and owning all the world

Bleach, and corridors

And cold, and drafty windows

Smells that drift along

From dinner hall up his nose

Under lock, and key

His dreams, his aspirations

One day, one man, one way

One bag, and one station

He is stuck inside his head, and in a whirl

He feels like running out, and owning all the world

Rules, and regulations

Clocks, and times, and tables

In this goldfish bowl

He's powerless trapped unable

Sick of marching

To the beat of others drumming

Step aside for the new king

For Leon's coming

He is stuck inside his

He feels like running

He feels like running

He feels like running

He is stuck inside his

He feels like running

He feels like running

He feels like running

Head, and i n a whirl

Out, and owning all the world

Out, and owning all the world

Out, and owning all the world

Head, and in a whirl

Out, and owning all the world

Out, and owning all the world

Out, and owning all the world