As the foxes hunt All the chickens start to run Next thing i know my neck no longer has a front All the wars are made i will sleep until my grave I am young but I am brave and I am not your slave
I will swear to you now that I'm what they say I have a sickness in my head that won't go away And by the time the bugs eat their way out off my skull Will you still say I love you will you still want my soul
As the lions hunt All the zebras start to run But I refuse to be called somebody else's lunch Cause all the wars are made I will not sleep until my grave I am young but I am brave and I'm not your slave
I will swear to you now that I'm what they say I have a sickness in my head that won't go away And by the time the bugs eat their way out off my skull Will you still say I love you will you still want my soul
