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A jailer gave birth to me My mother was too frightened Jack the ripped (a stroke of luck) Stood godfather to me And I lived with gorillas My foul language didn't repel them And my mates were hyenas Because we were of a kind Feel my primal nature Feel my primal nature Look in my barbaric mind I studied with desperados There really was no other way I nomadized with the tribe Whose chieftain was a sheer twirp And I entered through the window The place I left through the door And I only slept with artists Because we were of a kind Feel my primal nature Feel my primal nature Look in my barbaric mind From Letras Mania