Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Wild Things

All the wild things running round my head
Making noises in the closest, laying down, playing dead
All the wild things, broken and alone
Keep walking on, getting high, getting stoned
Disappointment has a way of getting in their face
Laughing at the wild things to put them in their place

All the wild things call me out at night
To dance between the caravans in the bright moonlight
All the wild things tower over all the towns
Howell at their tragedy like wolverines and clowns
Insanity is inching ever closer to my breast
None of the wild things will give me a rest

All the wild things, rulers in the dark
With the help of little children whose dogs couldn't bark
All the wild things cause chaos with no ends
I wish I couldn't say it but I called these beasts my friends
Endless devastation to everything you've known
All the wild things, only wilder they've grown

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