Songtext von 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 harbouring 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.