Animals Lyrics

Muse Animals

Business suits, dressed to the nines
They flaunt their fat wallets and I wish it were mine
Destruction of guilt and a reclusive mind
Their hearts and souls are filling with grime

Kill yourself, go on and do us all a favour

They're all a bunch of animals
Some kind of rabid animal
And they're starting to like it

Kill yourself, go on and do us all a favour