Those Poor Bastards
Human Jackals
Jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals

If you’re wounded they will hunt you
When you’re dying they will feed
Gnawing on defenseless bones
In your time of greatest need

Jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals

Laws of vast archaic knowledge
Only they know all the rules
Draining fast your tiny fortune
Trust them not oh helpless fools

Jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals

Call for some sane intervention
No one comes they don’t exist
Try to fight them they will scoff
And crush you slowly ‘neath their fist
Jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals
Human jackals
Jackals
Jackals