Lyrics

I whisper as time flies on
Let the hours tick-tock by
The mood is wrong for everyone inside
The bruises they comply like one slips over

When Our father feeds the lions
And the innocence is dying
Why don't you stand next to me and tell me all
Your perverted desires, by the fire

The dirty roads and filthy diners
no sympathy a plenty
When we all do what we are told
Send a man to fly our love in silence
Still hungry

Oh, mother of mine don't feed the lions
While the retards keep on crying
Make us wander, make us wonder

The money was on time
Mr. Monkey so don't feed the lions