It's the dog-eat-dog thing
Only the fiercely competitive wins
There's no rule of law
No merit in the bloody paw
It's just a murderous zeal
Only the winner has the deal
So we end up with these people
Who only fight, and nothing else
A blood bath over everything
And always walking over eggshells
There's a blood spill over stormy tea
Unjust massacre you can't see
You kill the problems now not solve
You make them worse they evolve
What you solved in a trice
Comes back, you pay the price
