Mad Caddies

Walking through the badlands taking in the scenery
The beasts are salivating to the fresh scent of the week
They're moving in with a penetrating grin
Sliding through your backdoor
while your babies are asleep
We're walking blind with wool over our eyes
Now if we don't think about it will it go away
Taking what they want not what they need
Hang us out to dry so the wolves can feed
See it in their eyes filled up with greed