There is no one

In the front now

All the weak ones

Group together

Let them have their day

You'll have yours


Keep it quiet

Through the yelling

Watch his back don't

Lift a finger

You can make your noise

When they're gone


Fall Back its easy

I know it happens on occasion

Friends at your back

Cause they have the guilt of sixty lives


I won't respond to prove them wrong

I know not much better

But I'll sleep well


All the barking

All the baiting

Sort of sorry

Saw it coming

Not so loud standing

On your own


So this is us

A dirty thing

We need some cleaning

We need some chain

Focus on this

A dirty thing

It needs a cleaning

It needs a change