Tic - Loch Lomond

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