Wolves

Well it's a perfect situation
for anyone in question
The logic just escapes me
The moment my head blows off

It was a lovely Friday evening
With lovely fellow heathens
But darling I don't know the reasons
That drinking always leads to sex

But I don't want this atmosphere to stay
When you gave a part of me willingly away
But sometimes in the pitch of night
Did I hear the words
I think they might be coming to take me away

Ah ooooooo

A Christian reputation
It distorts my minds persuasion
No vices or perversions
Can barricade my holy, holy beat

My mother she would say "why son?"
My father he won't say nothing
And we will all live only explaining (?)
That darkness inside my heart (?)

But I don't want this atmosphere to stay
When you gave a part of me willingly away
But sometimes in the pitch of night
Did I hear the words
I think they might be coming to take me away

Ah ooooooo
Ah ooooooooooooo
Ah oooooooooooooooooooooo
Ah ooooooooooooo ohhhh



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin James Jackson, Ian Edward Dudfield, Joshua Louis Platman, Ralph David Pelleymounter, Jonathan Peter Willoughby
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