I bite at the hand that feeds me, slap at the face that eats me, some type of animal cannibal, animal, cannibal How do I meet the strangest men, they always seem to find me Remember that time way back when I kissed a guy who ate his women friends Now only dogs will follow me Is he following I bite at the hand that feeds me, slap at the face that eats me, some type of animal cannibal, made impressions on me Have we met before Possibly in Michigan In some strange department store We won't see him anymore Who knows how some people turn to strange ones Is it up to me to make them into dead ones Here we go again I bite at the hand that feeds me, slap at the face that eats me, some type of animal cannibal, animal, cannibal