| Yeah, when I was only 17,
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| I could hear the angels whispering
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| So I droned into the words and
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| Wondered aimlessly about till
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| I heard my mother shouting through the fog
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| It turned out to be the howling of a dog
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| Or a wolf to be exact.
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| The sound sent shivers down my back
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| But I was drawn into the pack.
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| And before long, they allowed me
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| To join in and sing their song.
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| So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah
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| We would gladly get our fill,
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| Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn.
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| And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong.
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| For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah
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| And my thoughts, they surely were turned to
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| Instinct and obedience to God.
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| You can wear your fur
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| Like the river on fire.
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| But you better be sure
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| If you’re makin' God a liar.
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| I’m a rattlesnake, babe,
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| I’m like fuel on fire.
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| So if you’re gonna' get made,
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| Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned.
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| On the day that I turned 23,
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| I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree.
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| When suddenly a girl
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| With skin the color of a pearl,
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| Wandered aimlessly,
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| But she didn’t seem to see.
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| She was listenin' for the angels just like me.
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| So I stood and looked about.
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| I brushed the leaves off of my snout.
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| And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees.
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| You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees.
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| So I took her by the arm
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| We settled down upon a farm.
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| And raised our children up as
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| Gently as you please.
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| And now my fur has turned to skin.
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| And I’ve been quickly ushered in
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| To a world that I confess I do not know.
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| But I still dream of running careless through the snow.
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| An' through the howlin' winds that blow,
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| Across the ancient distant flow,
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| It fill our bodies up like water till we know.
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| You can wear your fur
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| Like the river on fire.
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| But you better be sure
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| If you’re makin' God a liar.
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| I’m a rattlesnake, babe,
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| I’m like fuel on fire.
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| So if you’re gonna' get made,
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| Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned. |