Here I go, at it again
I'm tired but I have to do it
I've got to get these walls back up
Never know when the next attack is coming

I think I need the walls higher
And thicker, definitely thicker
This time with no doors
Or windows or hatches or crawl spaces

Hmmm...and maybe a moat, a big one
Yeah, wide and deep, with dark water
With some animals to put in it
Like crocodiles or sharks or piranha

Sounds pretty good, sounds safe
But here's the saddest part about it
After all of this labor and effort,
I know that it won't work


At some time, somehow, some way,
Someone will convince me to open up
I probably don't even know who he is,
But he'll show up when I least expect it


And brick by brick, stone by stone
That wall is coming down
That moat will be drained,
And I'll let down the drawbridge


Ahhh, and then it happens
I step outside, vunerable
Eyes blinded by what I think is light,
I take a step forward


The next thing I know, I'm waking up
On the ground, battered and bruised,
I pick myself up, dust myself off,
Trying to figure out what happened


Then I remember,
That man has disappeared,
But its not his fault,
I'm the fool that keeps doing this


And the cycle repeats,
Refilling the moat, this time even bigger
Rebuilding the walls, even higher and thicker
Waiting for it to happen again and again and again.