There is no one In the front now All the weak ones Group together Let them have their day You'll have yours Keep it quiet Through the yelling Watch his back don't Lift a finger You can make your noise When they're gone Fall Back its easy I know it happens on occasion Friends at your back Cause they have the guilt of sixty lives I won't respond to prove them wrong I know not much better But I'll sleep well All the barking All the baiting Sort of sorry Saw it coming Not so loud standing On your own So this is us A dirty thing We need some cleaning We need some chain Focus on this A dirty thing It needs a cleaning It needs a change