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[wolf howls]"To lovers, the moon is a thing of beautyBut to this man, it is a deadly curseWhen the moon is full, this miserable wretch turnsinto a hairy, snarling half-man, half-beast!"[One Be Lo (Senim Silla)]ONCE UPON (a midnight dreary), I see the full moon clearlyThe wind sounds eerie (don't it chill your spine?)And don't these shadows make you leery? ('Cause with dark there's dirt)THE PLACE OF BIRTH OF THE EVIL MAN'S WORK(Who's the man?) Some cat named Jack, last name unknownAnti-socialist, barely left his homeHe don't say much, (wig full-blown) he don't shave muchNights like tonight, he would rather stay upINSTEAD OF GOIN' TO SLEEP (he's in the dark of the streets)(He has a HUNGER, cravin', but his taste unique)(He has a HUNGER, cravin', but his taste unique)HE HAS A HUNGER, CRAVIN' BUT HIS TASTE UNIQUEMost people in the neighborhood afraid to speak(They call Jack a savage man) Jack was not your average man(Although he got Arm, Leg, a Leg, a Arm, Head, feet and hands)He was far from me and you (my man you wouldn't understand)He travels through the shadows, survivin' off instinctsThere's a young girl found dead behind the skatin' rink(Not far from Ned, the whino's sittin in his own stink)HE SAW THE WHOLE THING (told 'em Jack was the link)Songtexte(But nobody takes him serious) Why? (Because Ned drinks)Why? (He slurs when he talks) Why? (He staggers when he walks)Well whoever he is, whatever he is, HE'S STILL ON THE PROWLFULL MOONS MAKE A MAN WILD[Interlude]"He prowls the nightHis fangs, thirsty for human bloodHe is a werewolf. . ."ANOTHER VICTIM, cops blamin' Rottweilers and Pits(But drunken Ned spreadin' rumors 'bout some werewolf shit)Man, ain't nobody got no time for fairytalesWe livin' in a world full of crimes, murders and crack sales(So our eyes are desensitized, nuttin' surprisin')We numb to the fact the murder rate keeps risin'(That night) Some kids that we knew from school(Wanna make Ned look like a drunk old fool)So the plannin', THEY WOULD SEND TWO OUT OF THE THREE COMPANIONSTO THE BLOCK WHERE NED WAS PANHANDLIN'[wolf howling]THEY JUMPED IN THE CAR (pedal to the metal)Headed for the old train station (poor Ned's heartbeat's racin')You can feel the tension in the air (wait, stop the ride)Ned seen a shadow by the boxcar (let's check inside)Who wants to go first? (But nobody moved)Ned so drunk he had no fear ("I'll go, y'all wait here!")So he headed down the terminal (all the way to the rear)As he looked back at the car (everybody had disappeared)Uh-oh, something's wrong, that's around the cornerNoises comin' from the boxcar (look like Ned's a goner)That's when a hairy figure jumped from the train(Shoulda seen Ned run, like a bat outta hell screamin' the name)"WOLFMAN JACK" - meanwhile, back at the boxcar(My man fell down to the ground, he laughin' so hard)Pullin off his mask, sheddin' tears from the jokeNED HAD NO IDEA IT WAS A HOAXAll alone, standin' - my man yelled("He's gone, y'all can come out now") to his two companionsNo reply, five minutes go by("Oh what, y'all tryin' to scare me now? Nice try!")Approachin', the ride, no sign of the two guysHe screamed ("Man I'm out!") then he got insideSUDDENLY, out the corner of his eye, ("What the hell is this?!")On the bloody backseat laid his two friends headlessWOLF MAN JACK STRIKES AGAINBRINGIN' THIS STORY TO A ENDJUST LIKE MY MAN AND HIS CREWIF YOU LIKE TO CRY WOLF, THE SAME THING CAN HAPPEN TO YOU. . .[wolf howls] Aus Songtexte Mania