Oh, to be so rested that we can withstand these long years
We sweat in the wilderness
Carving and sqeezing the fat from the land
From the birth of the sun god at morning
We struggle beneath him, breaking our hands
Yeah, there is no rest for us
There'll be no peace for us
Not one second's rest for us
We have been here so long

Though our numbers may be small, there's more of us
Rot you will and fertilize our dirt for us
This is our home
Yeah, we're on our way home
On our way home
Yeah, on our way home

While you are warm and safe
Just think of us shivering, beautifully brave
Fear all that patience we've saved
Know that we're coming back...
Black Sheep who've formed a pack
Do you hear our footfalls creeping back up to your walls?
Creeping back home!

Though our armies may be less, there's more of us
Yeah, rot you will and fertilize our dirt for us
This, too, is our home
Yeah, we're on our way home
We're coming home
Tired of being cold
And we don't care if your doors are closed

Well, once upon a time, we were drinking from the golden flask
Well, once upon a time, when the sun would shine, we could bask
But now that's all gone
Why do we live in exile?
We come out at night
We love the night
We know it's all downhill from here
We know we're right, we know we're right!
We know it's all downhill from, all downhill...

Ahhh, ahhh
Ahhh, ahhh....

Knock, knock...
We're back!