Milk

Milk them chickens and pluck them cows We're the ones that gonna fuck you now Wwandering with no purpose Things we do well I dont know We'll go all the way down to mexico Join up with the circus And no prophet today words could sound so sweet like the beat of souls in the drums of feet no fear I will rise today who do we think we are who do we think we are who do we think we are who do we think we are And what's left to save Well its time that we will give her back what she gave I'm not talking to myself I'm just the only one who's listening