Peter and the Wolf
Must've hit my head or something, I woke up on the ground
Naked and with blood under my nails
I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this
Picked up my feet, started walking with the trees as my guide
Remembering that moss only grows on the North side (I think)
I was ravening, so hungry when I found meat on the ground
I couldn't help myself
It looked just like steak
Picked it up, dusted it off, and tucked in with the blood dripping down my neck
I'mona get out of this, I'mona get myself together
I'mona find my way back to civilization
Civilization
And then, and then, I remembered some crazy dream
I was the king of the wolves
And the woods were bright with moonlight and with blood
And with the blood on my lips, so came these words
'I won't end up eating people, I won't end up being one of them.'
I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this
I'mon get out of this
As I walked on through the woods
I came upon a road finally and this car in a ditch and this girl, messed up pretty bad
She said
'Oh my god, oh my god
Did that thing... did that thing come after you too?
Where are your clothes?'
And I said,
'Must've hit my head or something
I woke up on the ground, naked and with blood under my nails
But don't worry, we can get out of this, we can get out of this.'
But as I came close, reached out my hand
'Oh my god,' she said, 'what is wrong with your eyes? Yellow. Feral'
I reached out my hand but the pain was like a hive of bees
She had silver chains around her wrist
She had silver chains around her wrist
And I said
'Are we not men? Or are we beasts pretending to be king?
I'm not a man, I am a wolf, pretending to be a man'
I'mon get outta this the next time the moon sets me free and never look back
And never look back
I'mon get outta this skin
I'mon get outta this skin
I'mon get outta this skin
I'mon get outta this
Naked and with blood under my nails
I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this
Picked up my feet, started walking with the trees as my guide
Remembering that moss only grows on the North side (I think)
I was ravening, so hungry when I found meat on the ground
I couldn't help myself
It looked just like steak
Picked it up, dusted it off, and tucked in with the blood dripping down my neck
I'mona get out of this, I'mona get myself together
I'mona find my way back to civilization
Civilization
And then, and then, I remembered some crazy dream
I was the king of the wolves
And the woods were bright with moonlight and with blood
And with the blood on my lips, so came these words
'I won't end up eating people, I won't end up being one of them.'
I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this
I'mon get out of this
As I walked on through the woods
I came upon a road finally and this car in a ditch and this girl, messed up pretty bad
She said
'Oh my god, oh my god
Did that thing... did that thing come after you too?
Where are your clothes?'
And I said,
'Must've hit my head or something
I woke up on the ground, naked and with blood under my nails
But don't worry, we can get out of this, we can get out of this.'
But as I came close, reached out my hand
'Oh my god,' she said, 'what is wrong with your eyes? Yellow. Feral'
I reached out my hand but the pain was like a hive of bees
She had silver chains around her wrist
She had silver chains around her wrist
And I said
'Are we not men? Or are we beasts pretending to be king?
I'm not a man, I am a wolf, pretending to be a man'
I'mon get outta this the next time the moon sets me free and never look back
And never look back
I'mon get outta this skin
I'mon get outta this skin
I'mon get outta this skin
I'mon get outta this
Credits
Writer(s): Clair Le Couteur
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