Thrill Seeker Lyrics - Over It

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