1987 is the year to beat modern men lack simplicity i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me lock me in the tower like marie antoinette dont belong in this century i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me i m a hunter and a gatherer i m not waiting for him oh i m sharpened and i m jagged and i m breaking the skin oh i bit down on the desert and i tasted the wind in the harsh light of the morning where i pay for my sins 1987 is the year to beat modern men lack simplicity i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me lock me in the tower like marie antoinette don t belong in this century i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me can you do me little favors can you pay me no mind i am primal and archaic in the dark of the night and it bit down on a closed fist when you opened your eyes give me bloodshot little miracles only i say when it s time 1987 is the year to beat modern men lack simplicity i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me lock me in the tower like marie antoinette don t belong in this century i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me  i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me i m primitive so primitive and modern men aren t modern to me