(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore/Nicky Wire; Lyrics: Richey James)

You have your very own number
They dress your cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games

Wanna get out won t miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you re bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
Here comes wardenChristtempleelder
Environment not yours you see through it all

Wanna get out won t miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out here you re bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky

Here chewing your tail is joy

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