Loch Lomond. Tic. Zeneszám

i'm just like a man

i'm spelling a word: appeal

there's more than enough for you

but not enough for me



i'm just like a fan

i'm spinning around this room

oh, i'm touching all the pictures

and spreading my perfume



but just like a tic

i'm swelling for a bed

oh, i want you like i told you

and i'll take you like i should



who lied bearing down

who lied bearing down

oh-oh

who lied bearing down

who lied bearing down



i'm just like the man

who was born without blood

he's afraid of the city

he's afraid of the sun



but not like his friend

who was born without feet

but he lived in that city

and he died in the sun



who lied bearing down

who lied bearing down

oh-oh

who lied bearing down

who lied bearing down



i'm just like their son

who walked with a limp

oh, he's screaming from his window

and his screming won't stop



screaming:

i am not an animal

and i am not an animal

he cried



screaming:

i am not an animal

and i am not an animal

he cried



singing:

i am not an animal

and i am not an animal

he cried