I’d rather be the animal in man,
Then be the american in me [x2]
The animal has so much emotion,
The American feels so hopelessly.
The animal has such motivation,
The American lacks all empathy.
I’d rather be the animal in man,
Then be the American in me [x2]
The animal preys, stalks, and slumbers,
The American's served what the media breeds.
The animal takes the world in front of him,
The American waits while on his knees.
I’d rather be the animal in man,
Then be the American in me [x2]
I’ll take what I want, I rest no longer,
Kill the american, make the animal stronger.
In a consumer’s world, we’re taught this hunger,
Prey on the rich If you know any better!
I’d rather be the animal in man,
Then be the American in me [x2]
I’m a teenage crackhead, I’m just crawling by;
I’ve got coke up my nose. You can see it in my eyes.
Nothing too bad, just a mouthful of pills
And nothing really matters cause you’ve got no bills.
Running out of money cause you never went to school,
Did a bunch of drugs cause I thought it would make me cool.
If you want to dabble go ahead and have you fun,
Know your limitations or you’ll be fucking done.
I’m a teenage crackhead, just looking for some fun.
Responsibilities come and I start to run.
Nothing to do, nothing with my life,
I’ll stay a teenage crackhead, even if I die.
Running out of money cause you never went to school,
Did a bunch of drugs cause I thought it would make me cool.
If you want to dabble go ahead and have you fun,
Know your limitations or you’ll be fucking done.
A little bad luck
Just what I needed.
Sitting alone
Cold and conceited.
People walk by but I don’t really care.
Don’t talk to me, it’s just a waste of air.
Girls come around, I don’t give a shit.
I don’t like you, just take the hint.
A little bad luck
Just what I needed.
Sitting alone
Cold and conceited.
Boys stand up like they know the walk
But out on the floor I know you're all talk
Ignorant people try n put me down
But none of that matters when your dead in the ground
A little bad luck
Just what I needed.
I wanna die man
I’m so dead and defeated.
A little bad luck, a little bad luck, a little bad luck really stirs me up [2x]
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the seventh son
In the whole round world there is only one
And I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one.
The one they call the seventh son
I can tell your future it will comes to pass
I can do things for you, make your heart feel glad
Look in the sky, predict the rain
I can tell when a woman's got another man
And I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one.
I can talk these words that will sound so sweet
They will even make your little heart skip a beat
I can heal the sick and raise the dead
And make the little girls talk out of their head
I'm the one, yes, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one.
The one they call the seventh son
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son.