I'd rather be wrong if you'd rather be right
I'd rather make out with you some other time
Some other night

I'd rather get real if you'd rather get fake
I'd rather get down if you'd rather get saved

Soon i'm foaming at the mouth
And barking up a tree
I'm shaking like a leaf
I shall not be released
I'm clinging on to power
And counting down the hours
I want to let it go

It's funny the way you can develop a taste
For writing the laws when you'd rather write songs

It's funny the way I keep stowing away
Sneaking on ships at night, leaving this world in my wake

Soon i'm barking up a tree
And dreaming of the beast
I'm shaking like a leaf
I shall not be released
I'm clinging on to power
And counting down the hours
I want to let it go

I no longer hear the falconer
I no longer hear the falconer