Domesticated Animals
You don’t flinch when you go down slowly
With corporate logos around my upholstered kennel
A hard cover and a happy ending
Why bother fight domestication?
Sit, beg, until the drums come through
How many frames will it take to catch you?
They give us shit, we ask for more
Theres a bomb on the ocean floor
They foam, desperate to pick up the trade
They’ve got such beautiful machines
From the outside in, we are lost children
Yucca mountain’s got a bad bad sore
They fill it up, fill it up, oh lord
Give them something they can feel
There’s a bomb on the ocean floor
They foam desperate to pick up the trade
Give them something they can feel