Texty:
Animal Chin

Faster than a falling star Ever so close and yet so far And I believe in everything And I believe in everyone Under the weather We should be over the

And I'm a walk with my nuts hangin' out I ain't scared, but this is where it gets weird Factories, toxic waste, and chemicals They have strange affects on the animals

-vrinn! Motor's so big you can fit a midget in his engine Bitch, give me them digits while you're cringin' Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin While

Woke up and for the first time, the animals were gone It's left this house empty now, not sure if I belong Yesterday, you asked me to write you a pleasant

and hitting high notes I like punk rock bitches with the fur coats I rock broken laces sometimes a low brim And I got people searching for me like I was animal chin

Bonanzoid Deathgrip I'm not eager to achieve your life skills. So, I slow down and scratch the itch between my chin and nose. We're melting at sea. We

match the conversation Strangers grin that stoned expression He looks so cool says a girl with a giggle His handkerchief bulge slipping from the middle Strokes his chin

ring, you cannot win The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin Knock you out like ten shots

the coaches Embarrass you in front of company like dirty roaches Approach this and get served the situation, hopeless Wrote this, jot it down 'cause Kuniva wrote this The wild animal