Wolverine

The sunsets and the curtains fall
I lie down and I bend his will
I let my body do the talking
Just for a night of cheap, cheap thrill
Just for a man who promised much
And has done so very little

Though my feet be set upon
Your royal mighty hill
And though my hands be reeking of
Your hundred-dollar bills
Even when my cup runs over
I won't have had my fill

And through the night I hear him call
No bottomless pit is too deep for me
I feel the whip, the nails, the thorns
I hear my brothers and sisters weep
Now there's this sign against my wall
Says grace is free but is not cheap



Credits
Writer(s): Jerusha Rai
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link