Let the smoke in fill your lungs, You've been living like a jukebox out of songs, From the day that you were born, In 1991. Your Safari, Build your Safari. There's a trophy deep inside, We were living in a festival of lights, But I bet most angels don't stay dry, And haunted every night. Let's get dressed up in colours that nobody has invented, Inject yourself with the medicine in places unexpected, And run your tongue down the second hand, Leave your metronome and catalogue behind. On your Safari, Build your Safari, Life's a Safari, ) We'll take it so far. Instrumental: