Business suits, dressed to the nines
They flaunt their fat wallets and I wish it were mine
Destruction of guilt and a reclusive mind
Their hearts and souls are filling with grime
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/muse/animals_21025321.html ]
Kill yourself, go on and do us all a favour
They flaunt their fat wallets and I wish it were mine
Destruction of guilt and a reclusive mind
Their hearts and souls are filling with grime
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/muse/animals_21025321.html ]
Kill yourself, go on and do us all a favour
They're all a bunch of animals
Some kind of rabid animal
And they're starting to like it
Kill yourself, go on and do us all a favour
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