1,000 hungry dog eat dogers
  Plus one middle aged worker
  And a million more out for your neck
    Make way wild fire
  Spills like blood
  On the door step of establishment
  Make way
  Wild fire
    Your lack of skills
  Result in a lack of possibility
  And lead to the number stamped on you head
    And still my feet walk through your door
  Do I want to?
  Can I say?
  Will you listen?
  It's falling down