Like an Animal - Hatcham Social

Am I a boy from 1941?

Bullets hail release me to love again,

You make me kill like an animal,

My face is getting longer,

This feeling has just come over me.

Shoot me down, lets roll around and around.

Ambitious, lustful trumpet blast,

Ravishing if you give me half a chance,

Read your barcode don’t like your number,

The kind of numeral that induces slumber.

You make me kill like an animal,

My face is getting longer,

This feeling has just come over me,

Shoot me down, lets roll around and around.