As the foxes hunt
All the chickens start to run
Next thing i know my neck no longer has a front
All the wars are made
i will sleep until my grave
I am young but I am brave and I am not your slave

I will swear to you now that I'm what they say
I have a sickness in my head that won't go away
And by the time the bugs eat their way out off my skull
Will you still say I love you will you still want my soul

As the lions hunt
All the zebras start to run
But I refuse to be called somebody else's lunch
Cause all the wars are made
I will not sleep until my grave
I am young but I am brave and I'm not your slave

I will swear to you now that I'm what they say
I have a sickness in my head that won't go away
And by the time the bugs eat their way out off my skull
Will you still say I love you will you still want my soul