Tell it in a questionnTell it like it isnMaybe they'll arrest himnMaybe get some kicksnnAnd the rest is burning through your soulnThey just want to get you on your kneesnWith a mind to tell them nature's oldnYou gotta let 'em breednnI get alone and I can't quite breathenBut I know I never wanna make you sweatnIt's God's gift just to make you believenThat I never wanna regret lifennYou can call it tensionnYou can call it faithnOr then again it's instinctnYou see I got a lot to tastennAnd the best is burning through your soulnThey just want to get you on your ownnWith a mind to teach them nature's oldnYou gotta let 'em grownnI get alone and I can't quite breathenBut I knew I never wanna make you sweatnIt's God's gift just to make you believenThat I never wanna regret lifenYou're all animals