The Wolf

We all have our vice
I wear mine on my liver
I tend to be a taker
Pretending to be a giver

If it makes me feel good
Then make mine a double
Tryin to have a little fun
Before I get caught by trouble

I'm the predator not the prey
Don't believe a word I say
I never asked you to stay
But ya did
Now you have to pay

My finger's on the trigger
I ain't afraid to shoot
From six feet under
Your point is kind of moot

Compliments to the butcher
I'll take mine up front
No time to wait to mate
The wolf is on the hunt

I don't practice what I preach
Some things you cannot teach
You're always just outta reach
To each his own
His own to each



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Mcrae
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