I carry it with me, the things I've said
The things I've done and the people I've hurt
I carry it with me, the skull and bones
The poisoned grows, and I can't contain it
And I can't contain it
I'm up to my knees, in ginger and whiskey
I carry it with me, deep within my veins
I'm up to my knees, in guilty waters
Tangled in the snares, waiting for the slaughter
Waiting for the slaughter
Waiting for the slaughter
Waiting for the slaughter
What kind of animal are you
A bird of prey maybe, sharp claws, nocturnal baby
What kind of animal are you?
Reptilian by nature, cold-blooded, straight, no chaser
What kind of animal are you?
A yellow-bellied invertebrate, the kind of person you'll soon regret
What kind of animal are you?