Like a Bull

You sit back on the knife
As I lean into the punch, aren't we a bunch?
And I wake up every morning
The feeling of being ashamed
I don't wanna lie

I'll spend a life feelin' my strings being pulled
Layin' down as the train speeds at me like a bull
To you
Ooh

I walk up 21st Street
Haven't had enough to eat
I guess I'm sh*t at being alone
I keep looking over my shoulder
Trying to see if I got older
But I've turned myself around

You spent a life with your fingers curled
Twisting out to make me like a bull
To you
To you (You-oo-oo)
To you
To you