This is for cows
It's not for the size of me
Into my mouth
Nine hundred and fourteen
Try some force try to lead
The foundling die is close determinate
Raise head and stomp the blood
I'm not even sound raid
I'm alive, I got the silver
And I wonder, what will you follow?
When your head, is not in order
And I'm stomping, your little
How can you laugh
How can you lie awake
Making me drive
Making my heart a
Not too fat, not too lean
The foundling die is close excitedly
Raise head and stomp the blood
I'm not even soundly