What does a man do
What does a man do
Who can't distinguish between man and animal
He will go to his daughter
She is beautiful and young in years
And then he will mate like a dog
With his own flesh and blood
What are you doing
What are you feeling
What are you
But only an animal
Animal, animal, animal
What does the woman do
What does the woman do
Who can't distinguish between an animal and a man
>She dips the pen in his blood
Writes herself a letter
Desouled lines to her childhood
When her father slept with her
What are you doing
What kind Are you feeling
What are you
But just an animal
Animal, animal, animal
Animal, animal, animal
What are you doing
What are you feeling you
What are you
Just an animal
What are you doing
What are you feeling
What are you
But just an animal
What, animal, are you doing
What, animal, are you feeling
What, animal, are you
But just an animal
What, animal, are you doing
What, animal, do you feel
What, animal, are you
But only one