The Overhead Bins - Fever Pitch Lyrics

All at once
The lights aimed down
The crowd goes wild
The tigers growled
A fever pitch
A fever pitch
Now it's weighing heavy
Heavy on your last meal
Poking out no big deal
I'm joking now no big deal
Now youre praying that you fit
Praying that you fit
Through an automatic
Opening door
All I want
Is for that man to get down
100 feet of rope
60 feet down
Now hes in a blunder
He's toying with dancing bears
He knows but he doesn't care
Point blank stare
Now you're praying that he lived
Praying that he lived
Through the fever pitch
The fever pitch
Light
Light
Light
Light
Light
Light