Hold your breath
Don't give in yet
Temper your heart with an epithet
Don't loosen your grip or let your eyes slip
Make sure your teeth are set
Close your ears and cut out the lies of the creatures you fear
For the hounds howl at your heels
We'll head for the hills
For the higher ground
And we'll never come down
And we'll scratch at the legs
Cut at the throats of the creatures that cry
That we're not good enough
Because what have they done that's better than us
Don't turn your back to the open door
Or the wolves will come in with the clever east wind
And don't leave a hole in the back of your head
No room for the liar to let himself in
Close your ears and cut out the eyes of the creatures you fear
The hounds howl at your heels
We'll head for the hills
For the higher ground
And we'll never come down
And we'll scratch at the legs
We'll cut at the throats of the creatures that cry
That we're not good enough
Because what have they done that's better than us
Don't answer their questions
Don't bow at their thrones
Their crown is a shackle
Their prophesy, bones
Don't kneel at their altars
Or the blood will be yours
A cyanide wellspring on a desert march
The hounds will howl at your heels
We'll head for the hills
For the higher ground
And we'll never come down
And we'll scratch at the legs
We'll cut at the throats of the creatures that cry
That we're not good enough
Because what have they done that's better than us
What have they done that's better than us
