Black, fuzzy, matted heart

Hears the wonderful seed

Blue, pretty, feathered bird

Eats up the need

Bright, blazin' sun burns up

Thick, crowded vine chokes out



They'll getcha, they'll getcha, they'll getcha

They'll getcha, and then they'll forgetcha



Wined and dined and feeling oh so fine

Treasures towered, don't need the divine

Smart and sure in thine own eye

With these you are dead inside

Didn't they tell you? Didn't they tell you?



They'll getcha, they'll getcha, they'll getcha

They'll getcha, and then they'll forgetcha