| Call her your queen
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| And lay a bed of roses at her feet
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| Court the obscene
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| And lay with the swine
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| Her pledges and promises
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| Naked lies that beg your own decline
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| See no wrong in this
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| You’re drunk on her venomous wine
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| Poison fills your cup
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| And when your mouth starts to foam
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| You trust that you’re rightly riled
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| Frothing bile
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| Yank the leash, command it to comply
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| The Wolves are coming
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| Raise the whip and dare it to defy
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| The Wolves are coming
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| You thought you raised a dog, and wonder why
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| The wolf has bloodlust in his eyes
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| You’re the trembling prey
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| Wolves will not obey
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| Slave in the mines
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| And praise your masters' magnanimity
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| Die for his diamonds
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| And groan for his gold
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| Unguarded and tame
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| Broken by the hypnotizing hold
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| Think you’re high from the flames
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| But you’re feverish out in the cold
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| Your life is cheaply sold
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| And then when the coal runs out
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| And the mountains are stripped and bare
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| Where’s your share?
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| Yank the leash, command it to comply
|
| The Wolves are coming
|
| Raise the whip and dare it to defy
|
| The Wolves are coming
|
| You thought you raised a dog, and wonder why
|
| The wolf has bloodlust in his eyes
|
| You’re the trembling prey
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| Wolves will not obey
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| Hacking and lame
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| Deny yourself the wanted medicine
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| The mark in a game
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| That you think you control
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| Wager with your soul
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| And so you howl with the wolves
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| But the scent on the wind is yours
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| The bloody track is yours
|
| Yank the leash, command it to comply
|
| The Wolves are coming
|
| Raise the whip and dare it to defy
|
| The Wolves are coming
|
| You thought you raised a dog, and wonder why
|
| The wolf has bloodlust in his eyes
|
| You’re the trembling prey
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| Wolves will not obey |