Lyrics
The brand reads Animal Farm
A fugee on the lam, runnin' with a lamb in my arms
Trail of rabbits harboring the farmer's brand of cigars
And cattle after, after that it's like a ramp to an arc
Planned a garlic salmon, already romancing the fingerlings
When reminded why the ringer's off, it only ever ring ring ring
Out of radio silence, a bad miracle
Panic in the paradigm, attacking the familiar world
Evacuate, bleeding heart, I had to let the horses out
Who each step forward to bow, free to ignore the corral
Freedom ain't a circle per the management's normal amount
It's when the chorus vow to normalize the horse's mouth
Black Philip free to bah what he bah's
From a growing blob of jail-broken oxen and hogs
I know some pigs'll splinter off, I seen 'em mixing with the bosses
Sipping gin, as if the trough is less prestigious than the office
It isn't, receiving a transmission from the future
Where your time around them humans
Ain't protect you from they butcher's block
A bunch of us are meeting at the moor behind the the Orkin
You coulda been a presence at the origin
Should you feel unsettled or some melting into madness
After entertaining more second chances than Velma's glasses
From a person, place or otherwise increasingly disruptive trend
You could always run the red, or break the glass or jump the fence, yeah
It was always all of a sudden
All's well 'til it's all of his palm on the button
I am always into something (al-always)
I am always into something
It was always all a whodunnit
All told, it was all of us up 'til it wasn't
I am always into something (al-always)
I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
Yep, I can introduce you to another realm
Help you with the move but only you can go fuck yourself
Cut to helter-skelter in glorious technicolor