What we do is what we do
No more no less, to hear to view
To see straight through. In a roundabout way
Circle slowly while we play
Which the hunter, whom the prey
Dragged down in open country
Struck down in fullest flight
Back break at daybreak, falling at midnight
Victim of the c**ture vultures, no chance they won't pick me
They've got no stomach, yet they talk of bravery
What we are is what we are
No more no less, below or par
To feather and tar? On the appropriate day
Circle slowly while we play
Who will praise? Who will prey?
Cornered in a silent place
Choked by the conditioned air
Headache as eyes awake, stricken at sunrise
Victim of the c**ture vultures, no chance they won't pick me
They've got no stomach, yet they talk of bravery
No more no less, to hear to view
To see straight through. In a roundabout way
Circle slowly while we play
Which the hunter, whom the prey
Dragged down in open country
Struck down in fullest flight
Back break at daybreak, falling at midnight
Victim of the c**ture vultures, no chance they won't pick me
They've got no stomach, yet they talk of bravery
What we are is what we are
No more no less, below or par
To feather and tar? On the appropriate day
Circle slowly while we play
Who will praise? Who will prey?
Cornered in a silent place
Choked by the conditioned air
Headache as eyes awake, stricken at sunrise
Victim of the c**ture vultures, no chance they won't pick me
They've got no stomach, yet they talk of bravery