Bullhorn
Tad Doyle
How can it be this
This and only this
Hunger destroys me
And picks bones clean
How can it be this
This and only this
That seperates me
From a monkey
I'm not buying
All this lying
How can it be this
This and only this
My conscience keeps me
From a bad way
How can it be this
This and only this
That seperates me
From a monkey
Put in my hand a club
Then a shotgun
Trade it in for a knife
Sharpen everynight
Put in my hand a club
Then a shotgun
Trade it in for a knife
Sharpen everynight
I'm not buying
All this lying