We gotta' raise some money for our children,
so when they're old they don't have to fear
Scratch their back, they'll stab yours,
it's obvious boy, it's crystal clear
We ain't got much all we got is,
the company of wolves
They'll approach you, try to coax you,
make you sell your soul
The company of wolves,
the company of wolves
Get out of their den, start again,
they ain't nothing but fools
We get tangled in the web of hate,
from our piggy bank's straight back to the fat guy
Turn the tables, throw a rock and roll him,
tell him reach for the sky
We got nothin' on our table,
nothing on our plate just dirt on the floor
We listen hard for an answer,
but only hear the wolf at the door