Distant humans bark into the springtime
Wide-eyed reporters document their lives
We watch them intently
And we see animals
Animals
Animals
They eat their bread
And they cook their food
They fear the rest of us, us is them
Skin is bone,
Flesh is flesh,
Love is love...
Love is love...
New mattresses rest on their beds
Rifle-armed neighbours cover their heads
We look into our eyes
And we see animals
Animals
Animals
They miss their Ma
And they miss Freddie
They fear the rest of us, us is them
Skin is bone,
Flesh is flesh,
Love is love... Love is love...
Love is love... Love is love...
Love is love... Love is love..."