La Brea Tar Pits

I was jumping the jungles, there was nothing to find No mastodons, so that I could be the guy that provides With empty hands, I headed on home Live long enough you gonna choke on a bone Hey hey Hey hey That's just the way that it goes Now I'm sinking in the La Brea Tar Pits And I don't want to die 'cause there's still so much to give I'm sinking, could you give me a lift? Want to make an escape but don't know where to begin Each time I wriggle I sink a little deeper, ah damn So let me try to persuade you all to lend me a hand Good with a spear and settling fights Do anything for the good of the tribe Hey hey Could you throw me a rope? (Throw me a rope) 'Cause I'm sinking in the La Brea Tar Pits And I don't want to die 'cause there's still so much to give I'm sinking, could you give me a lift? Want to make an escape but don't know where to begin --- La Brea Tar Pits - Weezer