and if i am an animal i am one of the few that is self destructive i have chewed through my beautiful muscle i have chewed through my beautiful narrative to get out of canada and into your door with my face against the wet gold leaves i swing around on the seat of my life but sometimes sometimes i m a lamb i am a lamb i m just a lamb when i recall how i asked you where you want to die and you asked me the name of the town where i was born i am a barbarian sometimes