The parasites will love you when you're dead

Hiding all the rattles in the bed

Come crawling in
With bulging eyes
Now I can see
There's a bad moon on the rise
Raking all the gravels from the tracks

Forget about the daggers in the backs

Scream cross the lawn
With fire in her hair
Millionaires come tumbling
Down the stairs

A big wind spitting female rain and teeth

The dark wolves fell upon me wools and fleece

Come crawling in
With bulging eyes
Now I can see
There's a bad moon on the rise