Stripes

[Verse 1] Oh they want us to make like tigers Stripping the bones and bleeding the blameless dry And the story that reads us as liars Show you the stripes I earned the shameful way [Pre-Chorus] There’s always killings to be made A beautiful profit to turn from harm’s way [Chorus] And it’s always the end of the world again All the blood and the colors and the shades of pain Our animal nature, our cynical nature And it’s always the end of the world again Head to toe in an unbreakable arithmetic Our animal nature, our cynical nature [Verse 2] And they’re running us round into butter Grinding us down into so much ash and dust And they want us to make like tigers Eating our own as we choke on the love we’ve lost [Pre-Chorus] There’s always killings to be made A beautiful profit to turn from harm’s way [Chorus] And it’s always the end of the world again All the blood and the colors and the shades of pain Our animal nature, our cynical nature And it’s always the end of the world again Head to toe in an unbreakable arithmetic Our animal nature, our cynical nature