Lion On The Lamb [The Falling Wallendas featuring Todd Sucherman]

Lion On The Lamb
Written by Allen Keller and Scott Bennett

Raised by wolves with a pedigree
Hitting the bottle the baby drowns in sleep
One day he took the Coupe and flew
Went out and joined a destruction crew

She broke the hitchhikers rule of thumb
Never hitch a ride near the asylum
So every Bakelite radio ham
A Rorschach treatment, a lion on the lamb

Lion on the lamb
Lion on the lamb
Lion on the lamb

She sprayed Chanel in her diaphragm
That night in hell they built a dam
He left to shill a pound of gram
Street shoals and sirens for lions on the lam

Lions on the lam
Lions on the lam
Lions on the lam
Lions on the lam

You're not an angel 'til you die
Inherit arrows, the jugglers drop like flies
With a blindfold day becomes night
The shadows scram for cover, the garbage takes flight
For lions on the lam

Lions on the lam
Lions on the lam

Lion on the lamb
Lion on the lamb
Lion on the lamb
Lion on the lamb

Interpretation

Let's go through one verse by verse:

Raised by wolves with a pedigree
Hitting the bottle the baby drowns in sleep
One day he took the Coupe and flew
Went out and joined a destruction crew

Unlike wolves, dog's have a pedigree if they are pure bred entered in a competition. People with inherited titles such as nobility also track their pedigree. As a baby, this rich kid hits the bottle hard before going to sleep, but instead of drowning his sorrows in alcohol like an adult might do, he just drowns in sleep.  When older, this rich boy takes off in his parents' luxury Coupe de Ville to work for a demolition company. 

She broke the hitchhikers rule of thumb
Never hitch a ride near the asylum
So every Bakelite radio ham
A Rorschach treatment, a lion on the lamb

A classic horror movie trope is where someone picking up a hitchhiker that has escaped from a nearby insane asylum.  In this case the tables are turned, and the hitchhiker is being advised not to hitch a ride near an asylum, except that this is hitching a ride near the rich part of town where you might get picked up by a rich kid running away from home. The amateur ham radio operators listening in on their Bakelite radios hearing about the situation might pick it apart in endless speculation, like a psychologist using a Rorschach test to analyze the mind of an asylum inmate.  The rich kid has a pedigree perhaps with a coat of arms containing a lion, a symbol often used by royalty.  She is like a lamb, a victim that the lion is going to pounce on.

She sprayed Chanel in her diaphragm
That night in hell they built a dam
He left to shill a pound of gram
Street shoals and sirens for lions on the lam

She puts Chanel perfume on her diaphragm, possibly to cover the smell of a vaginal infection or just to smell good. The perfume might just burn when in contact with internal tissue.  That would be like hell while having sex.  The diaphragm's purpose is to the block the cervix as a means of birth control, so, it is like a dam, and a night of sex would leave fluids pushing against it.  He leaves to sell a pound or marijuana ("gram") among the homeless ("street shoals") and prostitutes ("sirens").  This lion is definitely on the lam, running from his parents and possibly the authorities. 

You're not an angel 'til you die
Inherit arrows, the jugglers drop like flies
With a blindfold day becomes night
The shadows scram for cover, the garbage takes flight
For lions on the lam

They are certainly not angels in the classic sense.  His inheritance is like an arrow, a weapon that can be good or bad, depending on who holds it.  Jugglers can't keep it up forever, especially wearing a blindfold. Similarly, this rich young many is in over his head, and he can't keep up this lifestyle for long. He's out on the street where danger lurks in the shadows (and even they scram for cover), and there is garbage strewn about (but even that runs away).  Being on the run and hiding out in the seedy part of town is not a good life.