I will rise from the swamp where they dumped my private plane
I'll be clutching the life preserver in my teeth
And I will find the highway
And I will flag down a [bad word] Worry lines on my forehead, blank stare underneath

And when [bad word] back to town
I'm gonna cast my burden down
little worse for wear
Practically walking on air

I will thank my ride and crawl my way back inside
To the guts of the building where my enemies
Hide in the dark like roaches
And I will signal the camera crew and everyone will do
What he's been trained how to do
Sweat dripping from my face as my moment approaches

Click your heels, count to three
I bet you never expected me
little worse for wear
Practically walking on air