Future Of The Left Bread, Cheese, Bow And Arrow
I throw falls
Instead of stones
I'm just a man
A SIMPLE THING
Made for meals
That only serve
To eat themselves
Such simple things
Once I dreamt of owning my own home
And run in six bedrooms
To cross an adventure
Good tenants and better communicators
But ambition encoded in an economy dominated
By forces so deep they confound themselves
I'm just a man
A SIMPLE THING
The ends
Goddamn
I'm just a man
A SIMPLE THING
The podium works
Its special lie
Between my legs
So f..ck you all
The loneliness took my ancestors
That and the lions
They die in the millions
They spenders and adequate firemen
We took them, faithful, catch your victim
Temporary prison vaults
I'm just a man
A SIMPLE THING
A simple thing
BREAD, CHEESE, BOW AND ARROW
The simple diet of rodents
BREAD, CHEESE, BOW AND ARROW
The simple diet of rodents
Forget sequels
Carnage at the petting zoo
Make your friend our discipline
They're sown tight on the stylus
Breaking arms
They're held up as examples
To your banks
They're sown tight on the stylus
Breaking arms
They're held up as examples
To your banks
They're sown tight on the stylus
