[Intro/Vocalizing]

[Verse 1]
March through the grime
Your proud head bobs back and forth
Dine on scraps
And turn your back on my wheels in the track

[Chorus]
Reverse the roles
As you dispose
Of me, I fold
'Cause I peck the ground
And without a sound
I'll be going home
I'll pay homage to
The human zoo
With a package or two
I'd still much rather be
Alive to feed
That's guaranteed

[Outro]
Well the rats have wings
But they're stuck like us in the atmosphere