It's the same as it ever was
Nothing changed because nothing ever does
We're lost in a desert we're hungry as hell
And we can't find prey

At least we can say something shines on us every night
In a way we're animals, innocent, and criminal, in a way

And we get but a lick of respect
You forget there was nothing there before
And the mess that we made won't clean itself up
It'll lay there forever
If we left an impression I guess
That's something to be proud about

In a way we're animals, innocent, and criminal, in a way