Lyrics
We hunt from the tops of the bodies
A capitalistic mode of prison
Such a terrible-terrible time
Forgiveness for all we done
In every group, every day
We have to be careful
Someone out there taking the wrap up
The party is over
We hunch off for the tops of the bodies
A capitalistic mode of being
The holy man faces the master
The mothers will be here soon
I don't wanna talk to her
I was going to kill myself
If it takes a few days
Get the rings on the table
Are you out of your mind?
You little bastard scares me
In the power-four way of making war
Go toxic to all
Away from these powers
A country in two
Such a terrible crying time
Forgiveness for all we done
I don't wanna talk to her
I was going to kill myself
Someone out there taking the wrap up
The party is over