Tiger In My Tank - Eels

I bought some rock star ashes

From the back of Rolling Stone

I guess he wouldn’t mind it

They couldn’t sell his soul

The tiger in my tank

Is going to go extinct

And I’m not feelin so good myself

I think I’m on the brink of disaster

I had a dream last night

The TV and the phone

Grew some legs and took a walk

And left me all alone

The tiger in my tank

Is going to go extinct

And I’m not feelin so good myself

I think I’m on the brink of disaster

When I grow up I’ll be

An angry little whore

I’ll give you all the finger

I’ll sell you all what for

The tiger in my tank

Is going to go extinct

And I’m not feeling so good myself

I think I’m on the brink of disaster