Ape Trap - The Wants

Medicine and arms

Are a hotel bill I can’t afford

So I beat my head on the wall

Of my ape trap

Craving science fiction

So I’ll no longer do your dishes

While I beat my head on the walls

Of my ape trap

Ape trap

I always find myself in an ape trap

Maybe I don’t need anyone else

I will stay a deviant

Or else I’d die of boredom

Slowly pick the lock

Of your gate latch

Your tasteful inhibitions

Are a certain kind of sickness

I smell them like a bear

On the meat rack

Ape trap

I always find myself in an ape trap

Maybe I don’t need anyone else

Cause medicine and arms

Give me twenty-twenty visions

Medicine and arms

Oh, medicine and arms

Medicine and arms

Let me breathe without a good reason

Medicine and arms

Oh, medicine and arms

In an ape trap

I always find myself in an ape trap

Maybe I don’t need anyone else

In an ape trap

I always find myself

Oh!