A jailer gave birth to me My mother was too frightened Jack the ripped [a stroke of luck] Stood godfather to me And i lived with gorillas My foul language didn't repel them And my mates were hyenas Because we were of a kind
Feel my primal nature Feel my primal nature Look in my barbaric mind
I studied with desperados There really was no other way I nomadized with the tribe Whose chieftain was a sheer twirp And I entered through the window The place I left through the door And I only slept with artists Because we were of a kind
Feel my primal nature Feel my primal nature Look in my barbaric mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
