He hides in his suit like a snake in the grass

his sales pitch fork tongue hissed

now the wolves wear their name tags they are hunting in packs

herding their prey up the aisles and back

they're smiling

their teeth are showing



while the doctors and lawyers like vultures descend

they swoop down to the scene of the car accident

to pick the victims to pieces then

there is the sly fox makes his money

telescamming notch babies

he says the end is near buy my policy

I'll make you young again

I'll make you young again

[wooh!!]



take the cash from my hand

hear the register sing

and the roar of the lion logo on the screen

he's hungry

I should buy some popcorn

so I exit the dark feeling blind in the sun

and the bobcats look tired they ate their fill of asphalt

because we need more parking

with so many rows



up at the pulpit rams and bugs

the news cameras capture guerilla warfare

eagles into buildings crash

landed despair is all that there is now



in a cubical cage that smells like a rat

whose smile gets bigger along with your debt

don't take it personal its just business