Foo Fighters - For All The Cows lyrics

I'm called a cow

I'm not about

to blow it now

for all the cows

I'ts funny how

money allows

all to borwse

and be endowed

the wish is true

in falls into

places new the cow is you

My kind has all run out

as if kinds could blend

some time if time allows

everything worn in

like its a friend

I said you're all

a painted doll

and it caused

the walls to fall

how far is he?

impatiently

thats as far as far could be