Even though all is so well
Should I warn you
This place used to be
Ten thousand leagues under the sea
Then it was desert at best
Nothing left
Now it's prairie
So to warn you would be more
Of a false alarm
I refuse to cry wolf, throw a wrench
I am such a reluctant luck dragon
And you are so cool
In and out of your armor
I'm so often locked in mine
I am floored
A new rock bottom
Leaps and bounds above the last
Guess I've paid my dues as last
I refuse to cry wolf, throw a wrench