Lyrics Libertine - The Hawkins

Libertine

Just like a sheep in a pen
I wait for the thunder to strike me down
And by the bales of hay
I keep myself calm
Then, at the holy table
I find a thickening of air
She pulls me closer thinking I’m some kind of teddy bear
But I, I’m a libertine
I am a black sheep, creep, and I call bullshit
I don’t wanna be
A wannabe, gonnabe, probably just a libertine
Suddenly herds have gathered
Eyes fly high while popping out
Starting to reassemble a choir of angels
Talking of love eternal
Clouds that keep you safe and sound
So by the bales of hay
I rise from the underground
Because I, I’m the libertine
I am a black sheep, creep, and I call bullshit
I don’t wanna be
A wannabe, gonnabe, probably just a libertine
I’m the libertine, the darkest sheep
And I, I don’t wanna be
A wannabe
I’m probably gonna be just a libertine
Line me up, sink me down
Line me up, sink me down