Текст песни Thrill seeker

a thrill seeker Two weeks from anywhere Sets his mind to the task at hand But he knows first he'll have to beat their fence. So he goes, drops right in, just as the guards come closing in 'round him. Send him back to the drawing board again He'll have to be more punk next year. With nothing to show for it all, but his hand Punk enough next year with nothing to show for it all but a gimpy hand.