I was running madly through the jungle
And wild animals after me~
And I tore my clothes on trees and such
So desperate to get free~
I thought I was going to be breakfast
But I did not want to end up there~
And here I was running through the thickets
And gasping madly to get air~
Jumping over rocks and logs
Over pools of stagnet water~
Not waiting around how I covered ground
For all they had in mind was my slaughter~
I then came across this great big cliff
I had no way out at all~
And then I heard this piecing scream
Wake up your dreaming was the call~
Opening my eyes very carefuly
My heart still beating at a rate~
Get outa bed ' get outa bed
Or else your going to be late~