right,
so we go into the crowd and blend in with 'em. mingle before we mangle.

itsonlyamatteroftime
then when they last expect it,
pick off every last one of 'em.
rip tare, rip tare.

but the sheep caught on,
and we went home hungry
i swore that since we were dressed to kill
we'd expect nothing less.

was it the ears that gave me away?
or was it the teeth,
yeah,
must've been the teeth.
use dem bones like a toothpic
walkin' in the fastfood skin.