They Eat Their Young

(アルバム： W.F.O. - 1994)

I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat
A sack full of hissing snakes, laying at my feet
I see colors that don't exist, feel pain that isn't mine
Gone from dirt to mud, gone from mud to slime

When you're ready to come home
Whan you've had enough

When you're standing all alone
Ya know, I'll be waiting here

There's pride in what you call yourself, but then whats in a name?
I feel responsibility to hate and pass the blame
Know you no security, they'll beat you with a stick
I feel responsibility to hate what makes me sick

I know you're standing all alone
Yeah! I'm still waiting here

They eat their young, they eat their young
Without question
They eat their young, they eat their young
Can't be done all by myself, send help

I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat
An' I feel no security, just standing on my feet
I see colors that don't exist, feel pain an' it's all mine
Gone from dirt to mud living in the slime

When you're ready to come home
I know you had enough
When you're standing all alone
Ya know, I'm still waiting here

They eat their young