1,000 hungry dog eat dogers
Plus one middle aged worker
And a million more out for your neck

Make way wild fire
Spills like blood
On the door step of establishment
Make way
Wild fire

Your lack of skills
Result in a lack of possibility
And lead to the number stamped on you head

And still my feet walk through your door
Do I want to?
Can I say?
Will you listen?
It's falling down

Thanks to a scar in the sky (rhyno786@hotmail.com) for these lyrics