We could be savage, absolute madness
Kept out of sight by gloss and a bandage
And don’t forget, you could be quite a shit
But I could give two
And then we’re both porous, injured by noises
Every word falls to the floor and
Every thought just slides right home to you

We could be Savage
We could be Savage
We could be Savage
We could be Savage

We could be savage, worn out and ragged
Tiptoeing round cause things are too delicate
White as a sheet, so afraid of our feet, have nowhere to go
Then we’re all feels, emoting people
Carrying round this need to be peaceful
Like it’s beating us
Like it’s eaten a piece of our souls

We could be Savage
We could be Savage
We could be Savage
We could be Savage

Things will be fine
This could be it, I almost quit this job
Yeah, this could be it, I almost quit the job

But things will be fine, smooth sailing all the time
Yeah, things will be fine, smooth sailing all the time
Yeah, things will be fine, smooth sailing all the time
Things will be just fine
We could be savage, armored and bragging
Cocking about as if the world’s for the taking
But while we’re preaching, we’re stuck believing everything is wrong

And who are we fooling? We’re hollering, hooting
Whittling down what it means to be human
And we’re stuck in it, stuck in it, stuck in this place we should never belong
We could be savage, worn out and ragged, tiptoeing round
Cause things are too delicate, white as a sheet
So afraid of our feet, we have nowhere to go
Then we’re all feels, emoting people
Carrying round this need to be peaceful
Like it’s beating us
Like it’s eaten a piece of our soul
We could be Savage
We could be Savage

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