And if I am an animal I am one of the few that is self destructive
I have chewed through my beautiful muscle
I have chewed through my beautiful narrative
To get out of canada and into your door
With my face on the wet gold leaves
I swing around on the seat on my life
But sometimes, sometimes
I'm a lamb I am a lamb I'm just a lamb when I recall
How I asked you where you want to die
And you asked me the name of the town where I was born
The town where I was born
Ba-da-da-da-da-da