Florence & The Machine Little Donkey
With a donkey on my shoulder
and a jackal on my back
I'll carry these, my children,
keep them safe from attack
The donkey makes it hard to dance
and the jackal sings too loud
Little donkey's getting restless,
getting heavier as it grows
And the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,
keeps biting at my nose
I would have a lover
a husband and a child
But the donkey is too jealous
and the jackal is too wild
Oh, is too wild
You ask me why I keep them, oh
Why I love them so
Why they get away with murder as they grow and grow and grow
You ask me why I keep them, oh, oh
Why I love them so
Why they get away with murder as they grow and grow
I keep them 'cause I made them
They come from in my heart
With each mistake I make, created and torn apart
And when it's time to feed them,
before they go to bed,
I give them my confessions baked within their bread
And as they sleep,
tucked up tight,
the donkey and the jackal, they snort and snuffle in the night.
Woah
Little donkey's getting restless,
getting heavier as it grows
And the jackal, spoiled and spiteful,
keeps biting at my nose
