Songtext The animal(not big enough) Waterdeep

The animal(not big enough)

When I was a little one, they told me
that he lived in flames.
That he raped and stole and killed and maimed
and that he loved to curse our names.
That he came in fire and the smell of hell,
and he only took the evil folk.
That he'd snort and breathe the flesh of dead,
and that you knew him by the smoke
that he left behind.

CHORUS
Well, the animal is bigger than I thought
I said The animal is bigger than I thought
Well, the animal is bigger- way bigger than I'd ever thought before,
but I'll tell you this my friend, he won't win in the end,
cause he's not big enough.

Well, I'm a little bit older now, and
I think I'm just beginning to see
that he hides in your pocket in the evening sun
slides in your home at the turn of the key.
That he smiles in his suit as he shakes your hand,
and he asks about the baseball game. That he dresses in the latest, and he knows all the phrases,
and he never forgets a name.
And if you come to him with an armload of sin
and a life that's a total mess,
he'll tell you you're okay. You didn't do nothing wrong
and you're experiencing too much stress

He'll tell you you work hard three hundred days a year
for the money in your bank account,
and there ain't no reason that he can think of
that you should give any of it out.
Well, those people on the street are all shiftless and lazy.
They ain't worth the clothes they fit.
He'll tell you you're so right and you can feel okay
because at church you always give a little bit.

Well, he'll whisper in your ear when your tired
and he'll inform you of some regret,
or he'll slide and he'll slither in a sexy way
off the glass on your television set.
He'll pull your gaze off of someone's eyes
right to another place,
He'll hand you glossy dreams of some earthly queen
in leather and chains or lace.
You'll say, "there's nothing I can do.
I got to go down cause the passion is way too strong."
He'll tell you that's okay. Don't fret yourself,
cause that passion'll make you live longer.

He'll tell you that "You can believe anything you want
and there's no such thing as truth.
And as soon as something real even touches your soul,
well, he'll throw away the proof.
He says that reason is the thing that makes you human.
Without it, you will die.
And that Faith is a farce for the foolish and the feeble
who have fallen for an opium lie.
Now that's not your game, he'll dictate to you.
You know that stuff ain't real.
And they may have paid Judas thirty pieces of silver,
But that Jesus guy wasn't worth steel.

CHORUS
... Cause someone's on his back and he's gettin ready to attack
I'll tell you this my friend. He won't win in the end.
Cause he's not big enough.