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