Lyrics Wild Animals - Craig Finn

Wild Animals

The Dominican restaurant, a difficult dress
With burlap and feathers pressed up against mesh
Man alive and the spirit put to death in the flesh
She had quite a few drinks
You had one or two less
She said «Hey, thanks for coming
Can I ask you a question?»
Man alive and the spirit put to death in the flesh
Where there are wild animals there will also be angels
This is the gospel of the lord
The flood’s gonna come and there will also be stretches of drought
There will be times that you doubt us
And the cops they all crowded around us
But they must have built the case from the particle board
Because it collapsed under pressure and it fell to the floor
You said «Do you really think I was gonna come and make a confession?»
They put a hole in your shoulder
There was blood on the wall
She met you in the hallway
And said «Hey thanks for calling me»
Surviving in spirit, put to death in the flesh
Where there are wild animals there will also be angels
This is the gospel of the lord
And when there’s sad criminals
There will also be tourniquets
And shell casings on the floor
And can you still see the shadows
Is your mouth still a mess
Did you watch it unravel
Are you still unimpressed?
Surviving in spirit, put to death in the flesh
A hawk in the hallway, a bear at the bar
A city of staircase, an oncoming car
A passionate kiss, a distraction from the depths of depression
Where there are wild animals there will also be angels
This is the gospel of the lord
A flood’s gonna come and there will also be seasons of drought
There will be days that you doubt us
And the cops they came and crowded around us
Because where there’s sad criminals
There will also be tourniquets
And shell casings on the floor
Where there are wild animals there will also be angels
There will also be angels