The parasites will love you when youre dead La la la, la la Hiding all the rattles in the bed La la la, la la Come crawling in With bulging eyes Now I can see Theres a bad moon on the rise Raking all the gravels from the tracks La la la, la la Forget about the daggers in the backs La la la, la la Scream cross the lawn With fire in her hair Millionaires come tumbling Down the stairs A big wind spitting female Rain and teeth La la la, la la The dark wolves fell upon me Wools and fleece La la la, la la Come crawling in With bulging eyes Now I can see Theres a bad moon on the rise