Dinosaur

Fever!
Drugs!
Money!
Blood!
Is it bad for love?

I got no faith in these rocks
Or my chance for survival
Ho Hum
I got no cure for these kids
Or their cancerous rivalry
So done
They go and go again
They go and go again

I got no need for these clothes
When you get my blood boiling my friend
I got no way to feel bad while your tree of life grows and it
It grows and it
It gets so high
It gets so low
It gets so high
It gets so low

We were dinosaurs in the end
We were dinosaurs in the end
We were carnivores who pretended
That we'd opt out of survival in lieu of some revival pretense

I got this belly of salt
And a mouth full of glass teeth
I'm a fix
I'm a junkie
I'm a pirate
I'm a lovemaker falling
Who gets so high
Gets so low

We were dinosaurs in the end
We were dinosaurs in the end
We were carnivores who pretended
That we'd opt out of survival in lieu of some revival pretense
Some revival pretense
Some revival pretense

We were dinosaurs in the end
We were dinosaurs in the end
We were carnivores who pretended
That we'd opt out of survival in lieu of some revival pretense

Fever!
Drugs!
Money!
Blood!
Is it bad for love?