They used to wear the sign on the right hand side But now they send you letters asking you to subscribe So they can bow their heads while he hates so loud And say, “You don't say. No, you don't say. You don't say.”
Switching hands to show its freedom of choice You better speak now before you confuse the voices
Don't feed the animals, they'll only take you in
They planted all the corpses on the side of the house And now they act surprised that they're beginning to sprout
And now the old man's walking around and around
Screaming, “It's my turn! Now it's my turn! It's MY turn!”
While he conspires with the pig who's been ousted They're hoping that you never figure it out now Don't feed the animals, they'll only come back again
They're hiding in all the corners and the cracks of the culture
Then they stay there and hide until it's just the right cult Of personality to power and absorb all their shame And say, “It's OK now. It's OK. It's OK.”
And promises to send the problems away So they can wash their hands when they discover the mass graves
Don't feed the animals, they only feign innocence
They are the judge and jury once they've finally found you
Once they send out the skeletons to go out and round up All the prophets and the powerless to put them on trial Before they're shot down. You get shot down. You're shot down
Or else they're gonna try to get you to join them
But just don't try to say that we didn't warn you Don't feed the animals, you could become one of them
This is a final round up This is a heart attackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
