Get back to your animal nature and this world will spin around. The preferred nomenclature, insults breed fertile ground. With these territorial pissings, and these fights to choose up sides. Get back to your animal nature, embrace the shifting tides. Unleash the beast within. At Death's door you'll never win. It's the self you try to save. Seek revenge, dig two graves. A catatonic state of life. Can't ignore all strife. With sharp teeth you try to bite. Cause you know you're always right. Huh. Get back to your animal nature and this Earth will share her ground. Can't trust the legislators, our eardrums will hear the sound. With these territorial killings and these wars to choose up sides. Get back to your animal nature, sit back enjoy the ride. Oh mother, what have we done. Oh sister, he's got a gun. Will we be burned by the sun? Oh mother, what have we done?! Now we're back to our animal nature, and soon we'll be bound to get back to our golden center, listen for the sound.
credits
from F.F.I.B.,
released July 1, 2008
Peterson, Dandurand, Yannacone
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