With the guards at the gates
and the dogs chained to the wall
our barn makes the place

a secure stronghold
go get the fire sticks in hands
and a couple of armed men

we'll set peace in our lands
and the poverty that they belong to


They got to check and chill

Is the mass poison sweet?

compliments for the chef
the feast is held for the elite
and everybody else is sucking on them


But if you dare to walk a while aside
you'll see the greatest fire in your life


Feel free to walk along on all fours