I want to be a Forest Man
I wanna be Orang Utan
Can talk but I don’t wanna chat
Cause they’ll make me work and fuck fuck that
But they’ve burned my house
Filled my homeland up with smoke
And there’s nowhere left to hide
I ain’t made to be inside
Old man of the forest
Didn’t know I was a problem
Naked ape of the city
So much knowledge you’re forgotten
If you need some trees
I can spare one two or three
But you never come and ask
Now that’s just rude and that’s a fact
But you won’t step up to tell me
What your issue is with being friendly
What’s so wrong with living a life of grace
You’re a coward little pinkie who won’t tell it to my face
Yeah you’re pretty tough behind the chainsaw there
No wonder your women choose the wildest bears
It’s not enough to burn your own homes like fools
So you find somebody else’s and set light to all theirs too
I am the only Forest Man
You named me an Orang Utan
Can talk but I don’t wanna chat
Cause they’ll make me work and fuck fuck that
Yeah fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck that
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