Spanish Handshake - The Bronx

I admit I know exactly what to do

To get everything I want to get from you

And I admit I know exactly what to say

To make you dig a little deeper when you pay

If less is more

Why am I knocking at your door?

I can’t take it anymore

I am an addict, an animal

I am my father’s son

I am an addict, an animal

I prefer life on the run

So tell me what do I get in return

Another lesson that you know I’ll never learn

If less is more

Why am I knocking at your door?

I can’t take it anymore

I am an addict, an animal

I am my father’s son

I am an addict, an animal

I prefer life on the run

And when I’m done

Kill, kill, gone

Is the rider for the ridden

And the relic in the sea

He’s a perfect factory mold

I have created another me

And when I get home this morning

I plan to finally settle down

And lick my wounds from a lifetime

Spent scraping my stomach on the ground

I am an addict, an animal

I am my father’s son

I am an addict, an animal

I prefer life on the run

I am an addict

I am an addict

I am an addict

I am an addict

I am an addict, an animal

Scraping my guts off the ground