Bullhorn
Tadpole
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 The separates me From a monkey Im 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 separates me From a monkey Put in my hand a club Then a shotgun Trade it in for a knife Sharpen every night Im not buying this All this lying