| Lyrics: | Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you up.
Mmm, you see those snakes that crawl,
they're just dying to trip
you up.
Live out in sad shacks at the back of town.
Hold
your breath while we do you down
'cos we're all kinds of animals coming here:
occasional
demons too.
Well, you got a nice apartment here with appliances and CD.
We're gonna
leave your stereo, but we'll have your soul for tea.
I'm not speaking of material
things.
Gonna chew you up, gonna suck you in
'cos we're all kinds of animals coming
here;
occasional demons too.
Smokestacks, belching black, we're the have-nots in
your shade.
How about a slice of life, how about some human trade?
Eat at the best
restaurants in town.
No headwaiter going to turn us down
'cos we're all kinds of animals
coming here;
occasional demons too |
