Wolfman
My names Ignatius I'm a Renaissance guy with penchant for pie
I'll never look to the sky
I'm forced to function in a century I loathe. Tip the thick out the boat
Kill the rest if they float
I've grown accustomed to banality
I take two sugar with my cynicism
In my cup of tea
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Sometimes I feel I'm Don Quixote
Or sad and Lonely
I'm kicking up a storm
I feel just like the Wolfman
Living in the wasteland
Navigating through the quicksand
Of modern life
Bring out your dunces and parade them on the television
And weekend warriors inform you of your next top mission
I don't speak idiot I'm gonna need a translation
The suffocation gets you sick, it gets you kinda high
Come back for more and when you can it sometimes makes you cry
I'm falling in and out of love at the thought of going bye bye
I'm still heartbroken
Cheyne Stoking
I'm still kicking up a storm
I feel just like the Wolfman
Living in the wasteland
Navigating through the quicksand
Of modern life
I feel just like the Wolfman
Living in the wasteland
Navigating through the quicksand
Of modern life
I feel just like the Wolfman
Living in the wasteland
Moving in and out the quicksand
Of modern life
Wolfman
Wolfman
Wolfman
I'll never look to the sky
I'm forced to function in a century I loathe. Tip the thick out the boat
Kill the rest if they float
I've grown accustomed to banality
I take two sugar with my cynicism
In my cup of tea
Please leave your comments down below for all to see
Sometimes I feel I'm Don Quixote
Or sad and Lonely
I'm kicking up a storm
I feel just like the Wolfman
Living in the wasteland
Navigating through the quicksand
Of modern life
Bring out your dunces and parade them on the television
And weekend warriors inform you of your next top mission
I don't speak idiot I'm gonna need a translation
The suffocation gets you sick, it gets you kinda high
Come back for more and when you can it sometimes makes you cry
I'm falling in and out of love at the thought of going bye bye
I'm still heartbroken
Cheyne Stoking
I'm still kicking up a storm
I feel just like the Wolfman
Living in the wasteland
Navigating through the quicksand
Of modern life
I feel just like the Wolfman
Living in the wasteland
Navigating through the quicksand
Of modern life
I feel just like the Wolfman
Living in the wasteland
Moving in and out the quicksand
Of modern life
Wolfman
Wolfman
Wolfman
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Kinsion
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