John Congleton and the Nighty Nite - Animal Rites | Текст песни

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• John Congleton and the Nighty Nite
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I am a man with money in his hand
And lust in his heart
Lust when they caught them a bad man
I am a bad man

And this is a plan for full dressed mayhem
An unquiet night
Biology kicks virtue's ass everytime
I am a bad man

What I want is release
And you can give that to me
Go on and call the police
I am happy and good
But goodness you all have to look out for me

That's right

You have married a mobile mortuary
Constantly living the first line of his obituary
And I'm a bad man

With the business of beating
The business of breathing
The business of eating
The business of being a bad man
I am a bad man

When you're crazy at twenty
You are sex to be had
When you're crazy at fifty
You're not sexy you're sad

[Chorus]
Give me your madness
Don't give me your soul
I want your body
But I need to be alone
You're with an animal
No need for your highness
No need to feel whole
I want to hold you
But I need to hold my own
You're with an animal
You're with a warm-bodied, carbon [?], atoms, and proteins
I'm on a rudderless illusion of meaning
I am a vessel here in vain with no window
If you want to see a dead body take off your clothes

[Repeat Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, if you want to see a dead body take off your clothes

[Repeat Outro 3x]

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