the parasites will love you when you're 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   there's a bad moon on the rise      raking all the gravels from the tracks   la la la, la la   forget about the daggers in my backs   la la la, la la   scream across 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   there's a bad moon on the rise