These People Are Animals
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๐ Lyrics
These people are animals, oh
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all dogs
Wanting to feel like I'm not one of them
Wanting to peel it off
I confess I would love to see you naked
Release you in the wild, watch you run on all four limbs
And to I, the detailed contours of your face make it evident (ooh, ooh)
That there is bone behind your skin
Once undressed, I would show the world your shame
The animal I always knew you were now on display for all the world
And aghast, the bone that held up your self image
Is not homo sapien, of an indecipherable origin
Oh, creator,
What is this?
Mother, father, what the hell is going on?
Evolution, progress
Occur slowly over time leaving trace amounts of evidence
I digress, the point of stripping you in public
Is not to embarrass, but to enlighten and educate ("Then carry on!")
And though a mess, you'd sob at first and be quite frightened
Eventually you'd find balance, you'd find pleasure in your primal state
Innovator,
What are we?
Brother, sister, where the hell do I belong?
Evolution? Bullshit
I assure you we've been like this all along
Little believer
No fits
Pastor, priest, allow us join you in a song
I am no monkey, sir
Wanted to be like him, we wanted to be men
Wanted to be infallible, just wanted a sure thing
Wanted to be invincible, we wanted to be colossal
Wanted to rewrite history, just wanted to grow and thrive
These people are animals, oh
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all dogs
These people are animals, oh
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all fucked
Wanting to feel like I'm not one of them
Wanting to feel at all
Oh, creator,
What a mess
Mother, father, what the hell is going on?
Evolution, unless
You count fanatics who try to burn the evidence
Little believer, large head
Filled with thoughts about sex and where it fits
Give me a small town with no
Leash laws or petty thinkers
My girl, she wants to let her insides out
These people are animals, oh
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all dogs
If you want it then it's probably wrong
If you've got it then it's probably not enough
These people are animals, oh
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all fucked
If you want if then it's probably wrong
If you've got it then it's probably not enough
Still wanting to feel like I'm not one of them
Wanting to feel at all
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all dogs
Wanting to feel like I'm not one of them
Wanting to peel it off
I confess I would love to see you naked
Release you in the wild, watch you run on all four limbs
And to I, the detailed contours of your face make it evident (ooh, ooh)
That there is bone behind your skin
Once undressed, I would show the world your shame
The animal I always knew you were now on display for all the world
And aghast, the bone that held up your self image
Is not homo sapien, of an indecipherable origin
Oh, creator,
What is this?
Mother, father, what the hell is going on?
Evolution, progress
Occur slowly over time leaving trace amounts of evidence
I digress, the point of stripping you in public
Is not to embarrass, but to enlighten and educate ("Then carry on!")
And though a mess, you'd sob at first and be quite frightened
Eventually you'd find balance, you'd find pleasure in your primal state
Innovator,
What are we?
Brother, sister, where the hell do I belong?
Evolution? Bullshit
I assure you we've been like this all along
Little believer
No fits
Pastor, priest, allow us join you in a song
I am no monkey, sir
Wanted to be like him, we wanted to be men
Wanted to be infallible, just wanted a sure thing
Wanted to be invincible, we wanted to be colossal
Wanted to rewrite history, just wanted to grow and thrive
These people are animals, oh
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all dogs
These people are animals, oh
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all fucked
Wanting to feel like I'm not one of them
Wanting to feel at all
Oh, creator,
What a mess
Mother, father, what the hell is going on?
Evolution, unless
You count fanatics who try to burn the evidence
Little believer, large head
Filled with thoughts about sex and where it fits
Give me a small town with no
Leash laws or petty thinkers
My girl, she wants to let her insides out
These people are animals, oh
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all dogs
If you want it then it's probably wrong
If you've got it then it's probably not enough
These people are animals, oh
Every bit of skin doesn't mean a thing
We're all fucked
If you want if then it's probably wrong
If you've got it then it's probably not enough
Still wanting to feel like I'm not one of them
Wanting to feel at all