"Trespasser" lyrics
"Trespasser"
I knew you were coming before you knew it yourself
I felt your hate on my street sign, smelled your napalm breath
I took a walk towards the sunset, that was my first mistake
As I hurried home, I heard an icy refrain
Bow to the master, bow to the master
We're on the hunt for the bitches and the bastards
Run for cover, run for cover
Coming for your sisters, coming for your brothers
Yeah, well, you're in my house now, so let's get one thing clear
There ain't no Big Bad Wolf hiding up in here
Who's checking your facts? 'Cause it don't feel right
History's a terrible teacher when the schoolhouse is on fire
Bow to the master, bow to the master
I am the mother of the bitches and the bastards
Run for cover, run for cover
Look out, now you upset Mother
I was once a safe haven, a war zone today
I got angels in Teflon guarding my temple gates
You are no longer the invader, just my fragile feast
Do you feel that stabbing sensation?
Trespasser, those are my teeth
Bow to the master, bow to the master
I am the mother of the bitches and the bastards
Hungry for supper, hungry for supper
Waiting for the feast of the furious Mother
Run for cover, run for cover
Watch out, 'cause someone's upset the Mother
Bow to the master, bow to the master
You're nothing but a trespasser
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"Trespasser" (2026)
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