Cahoots  1
They're onto us - those people outside
They're gathering
They're all in cahoots

The razorwire's up
But those wooded fields
Still hide those fucking weird people
They're gathering

And I'm watching out for number one

Their pencils are blunt like opinion
But why are their spirits not broken?
It's bothering

But I'm watching out for number one

I know not what they say
They're harboring something or someone
Those fucking weird people
They're gathering
They're all in cahoots
It's my grand opinion against their cheap opinion

I'm keeping a vigil of faith
We common folk flourish by glancing away
I'm hiding and I'm watching out for number one
Watching out for number one
Number one