Wolves

We're tired of the mountain
The forest and stream
We'd heard of your cities and your hot children
We danced to your disco and your boogaloo
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh

We came to be near you, but you're frightened, we see
We stalk on the borders of your decency
We wait for your bitches
We know they will come
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh

We tire of the abstract
We long for concrete
This Gothic architecture
This brutality
Your jails and slaughterhouses
Your democracy
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh

You worship false idols
You love the deceased
You cower before tyrants
You spread the disease
You lack imagination
You lack imagination
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh

Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh
Ah-ooh, ah-ooh