Tic

I'm spelling a word: appeal
 there's more than enough for you
 but not enough for me
 I'm just like a fan
 I'm spinning around this room
 oh, I'm touching all the pictures
 and spreading my perfume
 but just like a tic
 I'm swelling for a bed
 oh, I want you like I told you
 and I'll take you like I should
 who lied bearing down
 who lied bearing down
 oh-oh
 who lied bearing down
 who lied bearing down
 I'm just like the man
 who was born without blood
 he's afraid of the city
 he's afraid of the sun
 but not like his friend
 who was born without feet
 but he lived in that city
 and he died in the sun
 who lied bearing down
 who lied bearing down
 oh-oh
 who lied bearing down
 who lied bearing down
 I'm just like their son
 who walked with a limp
 oh, he's screaming from his window
 and his screming won't stop
 screaming:
 I am not an animal
 and I am not an animal
 he cried
 screaming:
 I am not an animal
 and I am not an animal
 he cried
 singing:
 I am not an animal
 and I am not an animal
 he cried