two black wolves chase a whitetail through the snow
into a ring fence, there's nowhere left to go
for purity and industry
for the gathering dust on aspen leaves
i'm watching wolves chase a whitetail through the snow

and you won't know when [bad word] 
evil looks just like anyone
and i blame

i blame
i blame anyone but me

if you let them burn books you'll let them burn bodies
the man with the match could be anybody
a uniform changes something inside

holding a gun makes you feel so alive
and everyone else is doing it too
-it's alright

and you won't know when [bad word] 
evil looks just like anyone

and i blame
i blame
i blame anyone but me