Stripes

[Verse 1]
Oh they want us to make like tigers
Stripping the bones and bleeding the blameless dry
And the story that reads us as liars
Show you the stripes I earned the shameful way

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s always killings to be made
A beautiful profit to turn from harm’s way

[Chorus]
And it’s always the end of the world again
All the blood and the colors and the shades of pain
Our animal nature, our cynical nature
And it’s always the end of the world again
Head to toe in an unbreakable arithmetic
Our animal nature, our cynical nature

[Verse 2]
And they’re running us round into butter
Grinding us down into so much ash and dust
And they want us to make like tigers
Eating our own as we choke on the love we’ve lost

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s always killings to be made
A beautiful profit to turn from harm’s way

[Chorus]
And it’s always the end of the world again
All the blood and the colors and the shades of pain
Our animal nature, our cynical nature
And it’s always the end of the world again
Head to toe in an unbreakable arithmetic
Our animal nature, our cynical nature