Awaiting Better Music - Call It An Animal lyrics

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Well i was born in a ghost town where a cactus was my mom

And my dad was a gun-slinging criminal who was never really at home

But that was fine because i had my...

I had my...

I had my...

I had my...

Television to keep me company

Yes

Television to teach me what i need

And i sat there under the shade of my mother

Watching my cartoons, listening to my Elvis records, or twiddling with my thumbs

Until the ghost of my fathers memory did spring up and he said he wanted to fight me

But i did not understand

And he said...

And he said...

And he said...

That you don't need to, understand why i must fight you

Just put up your hands

And then my gun-slinger dad he killed me and now i am stuck in hell

Where i sing over mono-rhythmic drum beats telling this story that i have to tell

But still they have television to keep me company

Even in hell

Televison to teach me what i need

Yay!

(Away, away)

(Save me)