no matter how many times i sing this song it always comes out squeaky so sorry about that. it’s called “rabid”
something ugly in you, you also saw in me
guess we’re infected with the same disease
well i could be your girl, and you could be my baby
have a habit of ruining everything
we’re the same, we’re both rabid animals
got sick heads and minds, we were both born feral
like fields growing high,
we’re just those those dark animals
the sad things at night
we know no control
you like to play with knives and get all cut up
had a shotgun and you sawed the barrel off
covered up in welts you say you like it rough
well no blood for you will ever be enough
we’re the same, we’re both rabid animals
got sick heads and minds, we were both born feral
like fields growing high,
we’re just those those dark animals
the sad things at night
we know no control
you’re the darkest horse that i’ve ever seen
of all the things you fuck, i’m the most empty
and no blood for you will ever be enough
can’t bury anything without digging it up
