Texty: Janes Addiction. Ritual De Lo Habitual. Of Course.

Of course this land is dangerous
All of the animals
Are capably murderous

When I was a boy
My big brother held on to my hand
And he made me slap my own face
I looked up to him then and still do
He was trying to teach me something

And now I know what it was
Now I know what he meant
Now I know what it is, oh

One must eat the other
Who runs free before him
Put them right into his mouth
While fantasizing the beauty of his movements

A sensation not unlike
Slapping yourself in the face
Slapping yourself in the face
It's like slapping yourself in the face

Of course this land is dangerous
All of the animals
Are capably murderous

When I was a boy
My big brother held on to my hand
And he made me slap my own face
I looked up to him then and still do
He was trying to teach me something

And now I know what it is
Now I know what he meant
Now I know what it is, oh

One must eat the other
Who runs free before him
Put them right into his mouth
While fantasizing the beauty of his movements

A sensation not unlike
Slapping yourself in the face
Slapping yourself in the face
It's like slapping yourself in the face

He said one must eat the other
Who runs free before him
Put them right into his mouth
While fantasizing the beauty of his movements

A sensation not unlike
Slapping yourself in the face
Slapping yourself in the face
It's like slapping yourself, slapping yourself

Slapping yourself, slapping yourself in the face
Slapping yourself in the face
Slapping yourself in the face