Milk them chickens
and pluck them cows
We're the ones that gonna fuck you now
Wwandering with no purpose
Things we do well I dont know
We'll go all the way down to mexico
Join up with the circus
And no prophet today
words could sound so sweet
like the beat of souls
in the drums of feet
no fear I will rise today
who do we think we are
who do we think we are
who do we think we are
who do we think we are
And what's left to save
Well its time that we will
give her back what she gave
I'm not talking to myself
I'm just the only
one who's listening