Dinosaur

Fever, Drugs, Money, Blood
Is it bad to love?

I got no faith in these dogs or my chance of survival, ho-hum
I got no cure for these kids or their cancerous rivalry
So dumb 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 in it, it grows in it

We get so high, we get so low
We get so high, we get so low

We were dinosaurs in the end
We were dinosaurs in the end
We were carnivore to pretend
Like we'd opt out of survival
In lieu of some revival pretense

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 love maker, falling

We get so high, we get so low

We were dinosaurs in the end
We were dinosaurs in the end
We were carnivore to pretend
Like 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 carnivore to pretend
Like we'd opt out of survival
In lieu of some revival pretense

Fever, Drugs, Money, Blood
Is it bad to love?