Medicine and arms
Are a hotel bill O can't afford
So i beat my head on the wall
Of my ape trap
Craving science fiction
So I'll no longer do your dishes
While i beat my head on the wall
Of my ape trap
Ape trap
I always find myself
In an ape trap
Maybe i don't need anyone else
I will stay a deviant
Or else I'd die of boredom
Slowly pick the lock
Of your gate latch
Your tasteful inhibitions
Are a certain kind of sickness
I smell them like a bear
On the meat rack
Ape trap
I always find myself
In an ape trap
Maybe i don't need anyone else
'Cause medicine and arms
Give me twentytwenty vision
Medicine and arms
Oh!
Medicine and arms
Medicine and arms
Let me breathe without a good reason
Medicine and arms
Oh!
Medicine and arms
In an ape trap
I always find myself
In an ape trap
Maybe i don't need anyone else
In an ape trap
I always find myself
In a . . .