Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man, plain atrocity
I'm not sleepy and there is no fight Iโd rather do
Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man, you canโt hide from me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
Though I know your orange empire will return into sand
Vanish from this land
I wonโt wait for you to crash, I wonโt be sleeping
My readiness amazes me, Iโve landed on my feet
I have no one else to meet
And your ancient empty soul's too dead for dreaming