Old tiger walked into his cage, made up his bed of straw
Spoke out the bars to those come of age: 'don't sharpen your claws'

If you're in it for the money, there's none there
In it for the truth, well no-one cares
Power and glory
Best you'll get is a story

I was once there out in the field, I tired of my chasing
Best you can hope for is for warmth, small fires blazing

If you're in it for the money, there's none there
In it for the truth, well no-one cares
Power and glory
Best you'll get is a story

Many and I preyed on this all we predators' nature(?)

If you're in it for the money, there's none there
In it for the truth, well no-one cares
Power and glory
Best you'll get is a story