I want to love you, but
you don’t want to love me.
Six feet ahead of you
is a trap that you can’t see.
And you’ll be falling down
caught and snared on the ground.
But it’s still the case that the
Savage Life will never set you free.
There’s no place in this life
a Savage Man can turn.
With every hand he shakes
another bridge is burned.
Don’t touch her. Don’t touch me.
Do not live in the streets.
Just remember that the
Savage Life will never set you free.
When Earth made Savages
not one of us agreed.
We’ve far too much to do
to contend with a furry wet beast.
Lock him away. Shut him down.
Stuff him somewhere underground.
And remind ourselves that the
Savage Life will never set us free.
There’s nothing in this world
but trees and earth and sky.
Whatever else may be
runs wildly past my eye.
When I dig, only mud.
When I pray, only a thud.
There’s nothing I can be.
Even the plants, they don’t want me.
But at least I know that the
Savage Life will never set me free.