I live cement 
  I hate this street 
  It turns to me 
  I've got lament 
  This human form 
  Where I was born 
  I now repent 

  Caribou, caribou, caribou 

  Repent, repent

  Give me white 
  Ground to run
  And forgone 
  Lets me knife
  Knife me lets
  I will get
  What I like

  Caribou, caribou, caribou 

  Repent, repent

		Black Francis
		(p) 1987 4-A-D