End of October, sun's fallen over Wolves on the street, wolves on the street Roaming, howling
Smoke in the distance, strangers are calling Paid for your time, paid for your time boy Hold on, hold on
Oh He's not underground, he's not in the air He's not in that book you take everywhere The devil wears a suit He lives in our town, he lives on our street In your home, in your bed
Aren't you the bright one? Aren't you the trooper? Where did you go? Where have you been son? Nowhere, with no one
Talking in circles, point of confusion Who needs a hug? Who needs a hug then? You do, you do
Oh He's not underground, he's not in the air He's not in that book you take everywhere The devil wears a suit He lives in our town, he lives on our street In your home, in your home, in your bed
House of your friendly local accomplice Shoes at the door, shoes at the door please Mind your secrets
Out in the garden, under the elk weed Ribs in the dirt, ribs in a dirt heap Silence, silenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
