| Song | Animal Cannabus |
| Artist | Mull Historical Society |
| Album | Loss |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : MacIntyre | |
| Don't find me, don't feel safe | |
| Don't suffer or crumble | |
| Don't listen to what they've got to say | |
| Don't find me, don't feed me | |
| Don't bail out or preach to me | |
| Just listen to what I've got to say | |
| Don't leave me caged up | |
| I'll face it in my own little ways | |
| In my own simple ways | |
| Don't forget my make-up | |
| Or I'll wait by your house | |
| There's one way out only one way out | |
| And leave the animal home | |
| Set up on you own | |
| And find the way out | |
| The animal cannabus left you here | |
| To move with the same old forces | |
| The same old forces | |
| Don't corner me, don't sit on me | |
| Don't make up excuses | |
| But don't bury me from what they've got to say | |
| And one by one the doubts return to me | |
| And one by one the doubts return to me | |
| Yeah and I've retired to a better life | |
| Hiding from the world | |
| Hiding from the world | |
| Yeah and I've retired to a better life | |
| It gets under my skin | |
| And leave the animal home | |
| Set up on you own | |
| And find the way out | |
| The animal cannabus left you here | |
| To move with the same old forces | |
| The same old forces | |
| The posters show you the clothes | |
| That you've got to wear | |
| The roadside signs can lead you there | |
| And fashion is the fast food | |
| You can eat all you can | |
| In the hamburger hell | |
| In the hamburger hell | |
| Don't find me | |
| Don't feel safe | |
| Don't suffer or crumble | |
| Just listen to what they've got to say |
| zuo qu : MacIntyre | |
| Don' t find me, don' t feel safe | |
| Don' t suffer or crumble | |
| Don' t listen to what they' ve got to say | |
| Don' t find me, don' t feed me | |
| Don' t bail out or preach to me | |
| Just listen to what I' ve got to say | |
| Don' t leave me caged up | |
| I' ll face it in my own little ways | |
| In my own simple ways | |
| Don' t forget my makeup | |
| Or I' ll wait by your house | |
| There' s one way out only one way out | |
| And leave the animal home | |
| Set up on you own | |
| And find the way out | |
| The animal cannabus left you here | |
| To move with the same old forces | |
| The same old forces | |
| Don' t corner me, don' t sit on me | |
| Don' t make up excuses | |
| But don' t bury me from what they' ve got to say | |
| And one by one the doubts return to me | |
| And one by one the doubts return to me | |
| Yeah and I' ve retired to a better life | |
| Hiding from the world | |
| Hiding from the world | |
| Yeah and I' ve retired to a better life | |
| It gets under my skin | |
| And leave the animal home | |
| Set up on you own | |
| And find the way out | |
| The animal cannabus left you here | |
| To move with the same old forces | |
| The same old forces | |
| The posters show you the clothes | |
| That you' ve got to wear | |
| The roadside signs can lead you there | |
| And fashion is the fast food | |
| You can eat all you can | |
| In the hamburger hell | |
| In the hamburger hell | |
| Don' t find me | |
| Don' t feel safe | |
| Don' t suffer or crumble | |
| Just listen to what they' ve got to say |
| zuò qǔ : MacIntyre | |
| Don' t find me, don' t feel safe | |
| Don' t suffer or crumble | |
| Don' t listen to what they' ve got to say | |
| Don' t find me, don' t feed me | |
| Don' t bail out or preach to me | |
| Just listen to what I' ve got to say | |
| Don' t leave me caged up | |
| I' ll face it in my own little ways | |
| In my own simple ways | |
| Don' t forget my makeup | |
| Or I' ll wait by your house | |
| There' s one way out only one way out | |
| And leave the animal home | |
| Set up on you own | |
| And find the way out | |
| The animal cannabus left you here | |
| To move with the same old forces | |
| The same old forces | |
| Don' t corner me, don' t sit on me | |
| Don' t make up excuses | |
| But don' t bury me from what they' ve got to say | |
| And one by one the doubts return to me | |
| And one by one the doubts return to me | |
| Yeah and I' ve retired to a better life | |
| Hiding from the world | |
| Hiding from the world | |
| Yeah and I' ve retired to a better life | |
| It gets under my skin | |
| And leave the animal home | |
| Set up on you own | |
| And find the way out | |
| The animal cannabus left you here | |
| To move with the same old forces | |
| The same old forces | |
| The posters show you the clothes | |
| That you' ve got to wear | |
| The roadside signs can lead you there | |
| And fashion is the fast food | |
| You can eat all you can | |
| In the hamburger hell | |
| In the hamburger hell | |
| Don' t find me | |
| Don' t feel safe | |
| Don' t suffer or crumble | |
| Just listen to what they' ve got to say |