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 night
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 beating
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 content atoms and proteins
I'm on a rudderless illusion of meaning
I am a vessel here in vain with no window
If you want to see a dead body take off your clothes
Yeah, if you want to see a dead body take off your clothes
(Repeat Outro 3x)