Tim Fite the names of all the animals

call name
your name
come lately a
fine thing
nothin' new about
old things
nothin' new about
the whole thing
remind me to run my drill
my drill for stayin'
even though we know
the names of all the animals
we'll never know
the names they call themselves
call me
softly
I can hear about
anything
I can hear the kill
winding
I can hear the mill
grinding
still x7
still x7
still x7
still x5