| Lyrics: | We gotta' raise some money for our children,
so when they're old they don't have to
fear.
Scratch their back, they'll stab yours,
it's obvious boy, it's crystal
clear.
We ain't got much all we got is,
the company of wolves.
They'll approach
you, try to coax you,
make you sell your soul.
The company of wolves,
the company of
wolves.
Get out of their den, start again,
they ain't nothing but fools.
We get
tangled in the web of hate,
from our piggy bank's straight back to the fat guy.
Turn the
tables, throw a rock and roll him,
tell him reach for the sky.
We got nothin' on our
table,
nothing on our plate just dirt on the floor.
We listen hard for an answer,
but
only hear the wolf at the door. |
