Parasites - Wyoming

it preys, it preys on my mind all day

it preys, it preys on my mind in every way

we go down in history once more

we go down as no one did before

we follow our ancient path

and we ignore the aftermath

with iron will and rifled guns

we bite the hand that feeds our sons

we scream, we shout, we cry it out

that we’re allowed cause we, we are

the best, oh the best

this is our paradise

and we, we are the parasites

with dirty hands and hungry eyes

we eat you while you’re still alive

we scream, we shout, we cry it out

that we’re allowed cause we, we are

the best, oh the best

I am stuck in the town,

I am stuck in the town of rats