Animal Rites

I am a man with money in his hand
And lust in his heart
Lust when they caught them, a bad man
I am a bad man
And this is a plan for full dressed mayhem
An unquiet mind, biology kicks virtue's ass every time
I am a bad man
What I want is release
And you can give that to me
Go on and call the police
I am happy and good but goodness you all have to look out for me
(That's right)

You have married a mobile mortuary
Constantly living the first line of his obituary
And I'm a bad man
With the business of being, the business of breathing
The business of eating, the business of being a bad man
I am a bad man
When you're crazy at twenty
You are sex to be had
When you're crazy at fifty
You're not sexy, you're sad

Give me your madness, don't give me your soul
I want your body but I need to be alone
You're with an animal
No need for your highness, no need to feel whole
I want to hold you but I need to hold my own
You're with an animal

You're with a warm body, carbon contents, atoms and proteins
I'm on a rudderless illusion of meaning
I am a vessel here in vain with no in tow
And if you wanna see a dead body, take off your clothes

Give me your madness, don't give me your soul
I want your body but I need to be alone
You're with an animal
No need for your highness, no need to feel whole
I'd love to hold you but I need to hold my own
You're with an animal

You're with a warm body, carbon contents, atoms and proteins
I'm on a rudderless illusion of meaning
I am a vessel here in vain with no in tow
And if you wanna see a dead body, take off your clothes
Yeah, if you wanna see a dead body, take off your clothes
Yeah, if you wanna see a dead body, take off your clothes
Yeah, if you wanna see a dead body, take off your clothes



Credits
Writer(s): John Ashley Congleton
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