Popcorn was snapping in the hot oil on the kitchen stove
And the sky through the kitchen window was cold and poised and threatening
Heard your voice come lilting through the wall
I heard your voice come sailing from the other room

Let the young lions come
Let me break their jaws
Let the young lions come out
Let me break their jaws with my bare fingers

Coffee was dripping through the paper filter cone
The hip scent of it nearly knocked me out
I heard your voice come lilting through the back of the refrigerator
I heard your voice come breaking through the wall

Let the young lions come out
Let me talk them out of it
Let the young lions come
Let me break their jaws with my bare fingers