Wolf Party Songtext

chanted a creole song.

"It is soon you will die,

and angel's don't take bribes."



Don't linger..

On the skylight..

You smashed it into the man's skull.



Just run back to the alley.

Tell jokes to the bricks, and the rats.
Because one man's murder scene,

is another champagne party.

One man's severed spine,

is a soldier's war decoration.



WOLF MECHANICS!

Flare up; again.

Oh, you make your way back to the Financial District.

The subway's a numb field.

And every dazed boy and girl makes you lick your lips.

And the girl with the accordian, oh-oh.

Chewing grass like a lamb.

She hands you the juicy eye,

and then she laughs at your pathetic tie.



Don't linger...

On the grin you gouged in her throat.

Just take the subway home.

But, the wife and kids twinkle like stuffed dogs.



And you're like

The stormy ocean now!

Collecting death like driftwood!



These wolf mechanics bangin'!

Those wolf mechanics crashin'!



One man's suicide,

is a credit company's bride.

One man's poisoned mind,

is a pharmaceutical goldmine.



You bring your kill,

from the savannah

and bake it in the sun.

But the heat warps it's flesh,

you see the face of God in the tarry mess.

And.. Those wolf mechanics bangin'!

Those wolf mechanics crashin'!