Paroles de Bullhorn

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