Those Poor Bastards Human Jackals
Jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals
If you're wounded they will hunt you
When you're dying they will feed
Gnawing on defenseless bones
In your time of greatest need
Jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals
Laws of vast archaic knowledge
Only they know all the rules
Draining fast your tiny fortune
Trust them not oh helpless fools
Jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals
Call for some sane intervention
No one comes they don't exist
Try to fight them they will scoff
And crush you slowly ‘neath their fist
Jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals
Jackals
Jackals
