Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Cry Wolf, artist - Dark Time Sunshine. Album song ANX, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2012
Record label: ASCAP
Song language: English
Never Cry Wolf |
You know I have pointed at you and I |
I left, I left, because you really believed I was hurt |
Yes, you came running as if I deserved your time. |
All this time, all this time, all this time, all your time. |
I’m gonna cry, open the sky, |
Because I know your black magic is a white lie. |
But with the sun, head on my gun |
No need to resort to violence if I don’t come, come. |
You don’t understand that I will take you where the wolf lies dead. |
She not a wolf anymore, |
Why don’t you cry about it? |
Much more tame, Tawny Kitaen, |
Cry about it. |
Write your name upon a white snake with a sharpie, |
Put a plus with a name right next to yours, malarky. |
But it isn’t so you etch it in a tree in hopes that everybody stumbles upon it |
when walking home |
See, want everybody to know you’re going steady like a plastic surgeon’s hand, |
Are you ready for the rice and confetti. |
Mixing it in with this rain, why don’t you cry about it? |
The augumented pleasure that goes with pain, |
Hocus pocus, aim sheer, good day, locomotive, train, all aboard again, |
Marty McFly Nike, party with five mic’s, electric chair ride going once or |
twice, lightning. |
For shock value the hal no longer happens, we mean it this time, let’s go, |
Dorothy get them heels clackin'. |
I took my time now to think about what I’ve become |
Don’t have to change me, look at this lady, |
Are you listening, can’t you hear me calling? |
I need to know now. |
Photographic memory ruining boogie monster, |
I won’t forget the name no wimpering the true impostor. |
They wanna cry about it. |
Have you come running with a chandelier to put upon the neck, good will hunting. |
I heard that yelp, way before the critics chimed in at frequency only a dog |
could hear, |
So I climbed in. |
Smothered that wolf mother with a sad pillow |
'till the cries of the lambs began to teeter on crescendo. |
Sad day when I got to use mass saving, skating round the issue while fencing, |
touché! |
To skill your sports, man, the search of the fox, |
My basset hound still basketville, sipping on scotch, |
The finer things in life we never cry about. |
Only watch, listen and learn, |
I bet on horse number seven, was seven in line, give it a go, |
Gentle woman no fibs or we’ll be forced to focus on |
Thugging like libbin Freddy Gibbs. |
I’m gonna cry, open the sky, |
Because I know your black magic is a white lie. |
But with the sun, head on my gun |
No need to resort to violence if I don’t come, come. |
You don’t understand that I will take you where the wolf lies dead. |