White Male Carnivore - Yak

Oust or crumble, you gonna crumble?

Tell me what you preach for?

Preacher man

I’ll tell you what you preach for

Absolutely nothin'

I said, hey, you white carnivore

Say, say, come here to eat us all, ah

You’re some kind of animal

Or just a white male carnivore

With a low pain threshold

You are the glass house throwin' stones

You think that you got the finger on the pulse

But you, you must have a heart that must be made of stone

Like a relic, a figure

Or some kind of neoclassical pillar

The pillar of your society has no clarity

Smoke and mirrors

Say, I’m a white carnivore and I feel everything, not superior

Say, I’m not an animal

No, I’m a white male carnivore

With a low pain threshold

Am I a glass house throwin' stones?

I don’t think I’ve got the finger on the pulse

And I just can’t cry 'cause I’m made of stone

Those relics, those figures

Crumblin' neoclassical pillars, woo

They’re gonna crumble, I’ll watch you crumble

Ah, imperialists, in provincial towns

Pledging allegiance to the pound

Ah they feel they’ve been robbed, feel they’ve been robbed

Feel they’ve been robbed, feel they’ve been robbed

Feel they’ve been robbed, feel they’ve been robbed

Feel they’ve been robbed, feel they’ve been robbed, woo

Woo, c’mon, shout

He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

He’s got the whole wide world in his hands

Whole wide world in his hands

He’s got everybody here in his hands