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You better watch who you call socialist these days You better watch who you enlist the phrase For the countless souls you lost along the way With the rabid packs of wolves A waste land of sight For all the outlaws, nature will provide Home, food, shelter and a guide The packs of wolves They circle now hungry for blood Sucked dry are all the necks Into which their teeth were sunk They find themselves now in the holes that they've dug The bones picked clean They glimmer wide in the light of the moon Hyenas in their caves Licking clean the silver spoons There's nothing beautiful left for which to swoon I can't help but sympathize with the vultures I can't help, for I am just a bone picker The survivors are crawling up out of their holes There's no one left to run SongtexteNo reason to crowd the polls Especially now that you bartered away your soul The pine box that bears your name Still sits velvet lined You know you've earned it, just give it time In the sand there still is drawn a line If you've got the gasoline Boy, I've got the rags The city's just a cigarette Light up and take a drag We'll be here when you break the rocks and roll the stones We'll be here you crawl out from underneath your homes We'll be here, it'll take less than a day to burn down Rome We can say we were here We can say we were here Aus Songtexte Mania