Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pedestrian Wolves, artist - Oingo Boingo. Album song Boingo, in the genre Date of issue: 12.05.1994
Record label: Giant
Song language: English
Pedestrian Wolves |
| Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest |
| I was left to fend for myself |
| I was left in a basket, just like baby Moses |
| To float down that muddy river |
| Protected by the stupid little fairies |
| I floated for nine days and nights |
| I floated for nine days and nights |
| Till I came to the city |
| Bright lights and all the fine ladies |
| Come on out, all you bright, fine ladies |
| I like you just like you are, and I love you kind of |
| Just like you are, and I love you |
| Like a sticky piece of cotton candy |
| In this bright red cotton candy, candy world |
| I’m so excited about the prospects |
| Of meeting with a |
| Stranger in an alley |
| I’m so excited |
| I hope they’re rough, I hope their skin is |
| Tough like Spanish leather |
| Can’t wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine |
| I can’t wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine |
| Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest |
| Raised by suburban lions out in the jungle |
| We really like to run in packs—and I like that |
| When we hunt, we all function with one mind |
| Our collective predications are as sharp as the |
| Razor in my pocket, and as dull as the ice |
| Melting slowly in my glass |
| My only love is the love of oblivion in a dark room |
| With a couple of pedestrian wolves |
| So artfully backlit by a solitary candle |
| I take my pleasure in soft, red clouds of desire |
| So funky in this unwashed bed for one |
| With the soft, red dreams of oblivion |
| I’m so excited about the prospects |
| Of meeting with a |
| Stranger in an alley |
| I’m so excited |
| I’m so excited, 'cause soon I’ll hit the streets |
| I am the crown prince of pavement |
| I’m so excited |
| Under the sheltering skin |
| Stretched out so pale and thin |
| There is an ocean of bright red liquid love |
| And that, my friend, is my favorite color |
| Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest |
| And I take my pleasure on a soft, red cloud |
| And I take my pleasure in the monkey’s bed |
| And the wolves still howl and the light still glowing red |
| And I take my pleasure in a blue, steel game |
| And I take my pleasure through the monkey’s eye |
| And the wolves all howl while the world around me dies |
| I’m so excited about the prospects |
| Of meeting with a stranger |
| In an alley |
| I’m so excited |
| I hope they’re rough |
| I hope their skin is tough |
| Like Spanish leather |
| Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest |
| I was left to fend for myself |
| I was left in a basket—just like baby Moses |
| To float down that muddy river |
| Protected by all those stupid little fairies |
| I floated for nine days and nights |
| Till I came to the city |
| Bright lights and all the fine ladies |
| Come on out, all you bright, fine ladies |
| I like you just like you are, and I love you kind of |
| Just like you are in this bright cotton candy, candy world |
| Raised by pedestrian wolves… |