| I guess you don’t have to go out
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| If you really don’t wanna go out
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| But you could use a walk
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| And lift those shoulders up too
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| Like you wanna
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| Make sure those fangs are showin
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| And greet 'em with a grin that glows red
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| With total radiance
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| Just keep the gradient tuned
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| And keep it on 'em
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| (ahhhh ahhh)
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| Easier said
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| It’s different to do it
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| The thought was well meant
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| But it’s different to do it
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| Yourself
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| You used to be a wolf in sheep skin clothes
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| Where did the wolf
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| Where did the wolf
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| Where did the wolf go
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| Well god only knows
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| Something’s out there singing like a kettle
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| Something’s howlin out in the backyard
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| That rotten ring shrieks so sour, so unsettled
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| Something’s howlin out in the backyard
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| Could be sheets of metal all whistlin together
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| Something’s howlin out in the backyard
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| And the song it sings tells of demons and of devils
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| Something’s howlin out in the backyard
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| And the light that shines from a belly bright yellow
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| Brings (ah) creatures of the night out to bellow
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| To wince and to bark, to coo and to caw
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| To treat you as the yellow-bellied dweller that you are
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| Oh, something’s out there screaming like a kettle
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| Something’s howlin out in the backyard
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| A racket, a racket, uproarious revel!
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| Something’s howlin out in the backyard
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| Could be throat-worn ghosts, lost stalking rebels
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| Something’s howlin out in the backyard
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| With one voice raised as a devistating treble
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| Something’s howlin out in the backyard
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| And I haven’t seen the (ah) wolf in ages now
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| Not even when the mynah birds come calling out
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| You used to have a howl that sent shivers through town
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| You can hardly get a wimper out now
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| Where did the wolf
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| Where did the wolf
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| Where did the wolf go?
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| Well god only knows |