Over The Falls - Primus

They broke out in laughter again

His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in

And he stood by and waited to be called

The talk was of times that’d gone by

And the quantity and quality of women they lie

His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry

As he stood by and waited to be called

He stood by and waited to be called

He stood by and waited like the others before

For his turn to go over the falls

He got up and tried it again

For lack of persistence is surely a sin

As he stood by and waited to be called

He looked to the lightning with glee

And admired his vessel for its symmetry

Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelor’s degree

As he stood by and waited to be called

He stood by and waited to be called

He stood by and waited like the others before

For his turn to go over the falls