Blood of a Young Wolf

Ten-thousand horses. Sable island. Endless summer

Oh my god, I'm hot to steal, beside myself in friendless number

I ain't got no culture, nothin', dirty words, but that don't count

Flight attendants, waitresses, superstition - good amount

There's work to do, hell to pay, memories & finger prints

Calling Papa ignorance

And I don't wanna go (sick & tired)

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Egg & spoon race, slow & steady. Desert highway.

Still I'm stuck, I can't afford it. Picture postcards, small memento

Echo-shadow, echo-shadow-sterling silver, burning furnace

Frozen, nowhere, just a kid I had a friend named deadly earnest

Cross my heart & hope to die, stick a needle in my arm

Praise the heavens, call the cops. Relax. There's no cause for alarm

Diamond rings & little babies, 'startlements' & miracles

I remember pretty faces so severe & lyrical

I'm talkin' Amelia Earhart, Neko Case or Frida Kahlo

All alone the way it should be, I don't even need a shadow

Seeds of wisdom found no purchase, we don't even have a chance

Birthday party Armageddon, long stem roses avalanche

Broken fingers, goin' nowhere fast & screeching to hault

All that work for nothing, oh, whipping boy. It's all my fault

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I don't want to go to pieces, easy going, I'm afraid to fly & so I'm running

Catchin' fish & chopping wood, the revolution slow time coming

I don't know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the children

Read your fortune, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrims

No more same old song & dance, some good ideas get over played

I eat my breakfast, ride my bike a knife between my shoulder blades

See, I'm a man of many problems, up against some scary odds

We kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods

It doesn't happen over night though - never. Still I'm filled with wonder

Lonely like the tight rope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner

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Good night for you. Bad night for me

But I still love you lying down : K.I.S.S.I.N.G.

Not bad, not bad, not bad at all, I tried your shoes on

Cigarettes & crucifixes. Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon.

Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl

Get me out of here I'm drowning, I don't like this modern world

Anti-intellect & marketing. Pretty-pretty. Who needs talent?

Crying eyes we're so out-numbered, fight for the right to remain silent

But what do I know? Who am I? My two left feet my big dumb face

I'd do the same if I had the chance. Cheat the system, rig the race

It's all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat

Don't look back, don't move a muscle, one false move, that's all she wrote

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