These Arms Are Snakes Idaho Lyrics:
The sun rose on the understay
With a click of a switch
The sub canopy roared when the
Business sign read open in neon lights

Climbing vines up desk,
stools, pygmies and bats
Timecards and paychecks
The apes howl when you push the
buttons in their stomachs

Hands play cymbals after a wind of a gear
The beetles and the birds
Are all pollinating flowers
grown in the gardens of mansions

I am the primate that swings
from the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
florescent lights from carpeted floors

I am the primate that swings
from the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
florescent lights from carpeted floors

Let me climb these painted walls
And flourish in this man made habitat
Electronic talking parrots
Eating toothpicks as a mating ritual

The beast prays on its employees
And eats on their summer's harvested fruits
The lion sleeps when its antelope go home
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I am he primate that swings
From the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
Florescent lights from carpeted floors

I am he primate that swings
From the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
Florescent lights from carpeted floors

I am he primate that swings
From the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
Florescent lights from carpeted floors

I am he primate that swings
From the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
Florescent lights from carpeted floors

Give me the sun before the night
Give me my wrong, I forfeit the right
Give me the sun before the night
Give me my wrong, I forfeit the right

Give me my kill and pay me well
Give me my pay, so I will pay my bills
Give me my kill and pay me well
Give me my pay, so I will pay my bills

Hear this
My life has become dry because of you
Insomnia, paranoia, anxiety
Dependence, relentless, worthlessness

You stole all my love
You stole all my love
You stole all my love
And I want it back

We are animals swinging
Too far towards distant vines
Lyrics: Idaho, These Arms Are Snakes [end]