Never trust a sheep's clothing
They will turn you to a machine
Scared little lamb at the end of the block
Waiting for the screaming to f*ckin stop yeah
Never trust a liar's suit
Makes him think he's better than you
Stand real tall in their house of shit
Kick you down so you never f*ckin see it
Oh children burn it down
It all gets gone when the wolf comes round
Oh children burn it down
It all gets gone when the wolf comes round
Why not bite the hand that feeds
Stick a fat pig and watch em bleed
Everything flaunted is there for the takings
Bite the rich man how you see him shaking
Oh children burn it down
It all gets gone when the wolf comes round
Oh children burn it down
It all gets gone when the wolf comes round
O children
O children
O children
Burn it to the f*cking ground
Mary Bary go round
Let me see the ashes
Burn it to the f*cking ground