Lyrics
When the food runs out we grab our guns and head to nearby towns
When the hungers deep we leave our boot tracks in the arid ground
Come with me we'll get you fed
I'm following, I'm following
Come with me for milk and bread
I'm following, I'm following
We tell ourselves that we're the chosen ones who get to live
We train ourselves to never shudder when a body is stiff
Come with me we'll get you fed
I'm following, I'm following
Come with me for milk and bread
I'm following, I'm following
When the guns run out we grab our boots and flee to higher ground
When the morning comes we see the tracks that we've left in the ground
Come with me they'll kill you dead
They're following, they're following
Come with me to keep your head
They're following, they're following