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