Lyrics

There's wolves in the kitchen you already know
And when they're not seething they put on a show
And the drinking and pot make them happier still
So hurray for the wolves because they pay the bills.

Well hey wait for a moment be cautiously slow
Some things are today from decades ago.
Wait for a moment I swear I'll attempt
To challenge the misguided youth that I've spent

But these wolves in the kitchen with stinking drunk breath
I'd as soon kick them then as I kick them in death
But I've not the time or machine to go back
So count missing a funeral as stabbing him back

I'm amazed in the fallout that its rarely said
Some men remembered? some better dead
So here is a song that I'll sing with your worms
I'm toasting your gravestone on my own terms