Wolves

Well it’s a perfect situation

for anyone in question

The logic just escapes me

The moment my head blows off

It was a lovely Friday evening

With lovely fellow heathens

But darling I don’t know the reasons

That drinking always leads to ***

But I don’t want this atmosphere to stay

When you gave a part of me willingly away

But sometimes in the pitch of night

Did I hear the words

I think they might be coming to take me away

Ah ooooooo

A Christian reputation

It distorts my minds persuasion

No vices or perversions

Can barricade my holy, holy beat

My mother she would say “why son?”

My father he won’t say nothing

And we will all live only explaining (?)

That darkness inside my heart (?)

But I don’t want this atmosphere to stay

When you gave a part of me willingly away

But sometimes in the pitch of night

Did I hear the words

I think they might be coming to take me away

Ah ooooooo

Ah ooooooooooooo

Ah oooooooooooooooooooooo

Ah ooooooooooooo ohhhh