The wild makes you happy Yeh, ya howl like the night The sound of the city Like the flicker of the lights You're the wrong kind of person But the right
the time the sun has risen You feel 'em lurking, hear 'em howling in the shadows Wreaking haboc on your perfect world They are the tricking trolls They got the bell
time the sun has risen You feel 'em lurking, hear 'em howling in the shadows Wreaking havoc on your perfect world They are the tricking trolls They've got the bell
face against her headstone Offered up a prayer for others like her The trees were bare when mama left us Now they bloom and fruit On Sunday morning when the church bells
with blood The water rose, the wind did howl The river looked ready to flood I left my man asleep to drown and ran without looking back around Ring the bells
bets Ringside seats just can't be beat For the main event They show their faces, take their places Raging with contempt Lights go down, smoke all around Contenders eye each other
damned the souls that fell With one foot in heaven the other in hell The savior we worship won't lead us astray The unholy masses have seen the last day The howl
on car radio news broadcasts It had to be screamed in the kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled
to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts It had to be screamed in the kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled
gods will we can?t do nothing about destiny nothing left but rising light wakes us up with a kiss when the dogs of war haunt our emotions on sunday midnights?bell
when the neighbors saw my fancy new TV That opens up the gate outside my home And let's me let in anyone I really wanna see Keeps out all them other
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling, way down in the valley tonight. There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye, and a blade shining
filled with blood The water rose the wind did howl The river looked ready to flood I left my man asleep to drown And ran without looking back around Ring the bells
No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy
your bets Ringside seats just can't be beat For the main event They show their faces, take their places Raging with contempt Lights go down, smoke all around Contenders eye each other
s gods will we can't do nothing about destiny nothing left but rising light wakes us up with a kiss when the dogs of war haunt our emotions on sunday midnights'bell
