VERSE 1
They can smell the freak on you, and you make them ill
They could try and kill you, but there's nothing left to kill
Gross misuse of pheromones, this is bad for your health
This is what you have become not suicidal, bored to death
CHORUS
You're nothing more than a
Shaved monkey
Build your tomb
Making ghosts out of good men
You're just a
Shaved monkey
Burn it down,
Again and again and again
VERSE 2
This city turns decent folks, into nothing more than ghosts
Stepping on shadows and cracks, stopping the blood flow
Bred to eat and be eaten, kill, steal, burry
Overrun with thieves and rats self loathing, hate and fury
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Born in captivity
Poverty raised
Living in misery
Dying depraved
CHORUS
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