I've heard of a quiet man He kept his mouth shut and went To bed with a wounded pride And then while he slept one night It died I've heard of a giant bowl Where they fish out your tiny soul They argue and place their bets They wobble their giant heads And growl Hey, ho Now you go Live, grow Thrilled? No? There's no rules There's sheep and wolves Eyes ahead It can't be that bad So we wriggle like lightning bolts And we run around shooting volts And we pick up our charred hearts That we burry in scattered yards alone Hey, say Come, let's prey Wait until night To let them hide Hearts steer Scarecrows scare They won't get far We are who we are Who we are Who we are Who we are