Mike Elkins
Cannibal Animal
Two men make a deal on the steps
of the capital
One’s selling out the air that you breathe
can’t seem to get his pocket full
And me I’m chasing my tail like a dog
just to pay the bills
There’s a wolf in the shadows
where he waits very patiently
to make his kill
And I can’t take it
And I can’t seem to shake it
I sing the paranoidal blues
I’t keeps nipping at my heels
Like some cannibal animal.
Well, he’s bigger than life,
but he’s only as tall as your TV screen
I feel his hand in my pocket as he shouts
about how heaven has financial needs
He takes the truth, and he gives it a twist
like a knife, in the back of us
and then he waves from the windows
of his limo at the general populous.
And I can’t take it,
And I can’t seem to shake it,
I sing the paranoidal blues
It keeps nipping at my heels
Like some cannibal animal
There’s a finger in the face of fate
that points the other way
It keeps the wandering eye of chance
confused and in a daze
And me I’m waiting at the end of the tunnel
trying to see the light
But I’m blinded by the lack of control
that I have over my own life.
And I can’t take it,
And I can’t seem to shake it,
I sing the paranoidal blues
It keeps nipping at my heels
Like some cannibal animal.
By Michael Elkins
@Mikerosongs 1997