Wolf

Hey, there What is that you say They sold your soul and stole away That's such an awful thing to do Painless, or so they claim Exchanged a number for your name They saved a place in line for you Kicked and trampled under marching feet Wash those vermin from our gilded streets Set the table with the finest meats Feast Muzzle Slick from the cold Bored with the sickly and the old Comfortably placed to eat his fill City swiftly bought and sold Faceless metropolis of gold Bow to this triumph of the will Kicked and trampled under marching feet Wash those vermin from our gilded streets Set the table with the finest meats Feast By whatever means you can Take it for your own Every scrap of land Take them for your own Though it may break their hearts You're the chosen man Take it for your own