The wolves wear the wool

Of the sheep the have fooled

And preach their code of conduct:

"You've gotta push that, push that product"

We'll live in fear, for coats they may sheer

The fleecing of a fleeting flock

You may have my wool,

You may have my locks

But my voice you have not

My voice you have not



We're sitting ducks, with feathers plucked



You hide your fangs so cleverly dear

You sing your songs so prettily



I'll never fall for the hook, line and sinker, your smoke and mirrors

I wont ever take the bait, I'll never fall for those formats and figures.

Your greedy fingers won't ever get their hands on me



Hey boy, you best look out

"Ooh, we'll have you."

Pay mind to those greedy people climbers

They're licking their lips at you

They'll crush and they'll claw

Their way to the top

Your legs are just ladders to them

Your head's just another step man

On you like a rash

On you like a rash



Even though you hide your fangs so cleverly dear

You sing you songs so prettily dear

Your most gentle call

Your most soothing song won't lead this sheep astray



All these suits with big black lives

Can't put me on the company's dime

I won't be bought

No I won't be sold



All these greasy palms and greedy hands

All my supply all your demand

I'm not you whore

And I won't be your Babylon