Whistle - Pile

It’s like they were vampires

It’s like they don’t have a soul

It’s strange, their way of letting you know

It’s like they’re poorly evolved

Like an ignorant, stubborn child

And they’re invasive ways are coming into their own

You signed up and now weep in line

What was all good you have blown

And you need someone to carry your load

You go find a way

To go out and start a war

I know I used to say when and now I say what for

Breaking bones like it was my goal

The hand I hold is my own

And how I’d love to carry your load