Wolves

Everybody's talking about the big bad wolf
Everybody plays the part of red riding hood

Everybody's talking about the black sheep
Everybody's looking at me like I'm a freak

Everyone's got stories of princesses and queens
Nobody's saying exactly what they mean

People on a leash like a long toothed dog
Got a muzzle and a collar, yea what more could you want

When a heartbeat starts
Till the blood runs cold
No, the young don't want to get old

Everybody's talking about the boy who cried wolf
Everybody wants to be seen as Robin Hood

Pretty people acting like it's all so hard
Ain't as good as money, but it sure goes awful far

Tell a little story, tell a little lie
Sell it to the press, a body's got to make a dime

Take a little profit, set a little trend
It ain't about the moment, it's all about getting ahead

When a heartbeat starts
Till the blood runs cold
No, the young don't want to get
No, the young don't want to get old.



Credits
Writer(s): Callum Gaudet
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