Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
Kyle Cook
[Verse 1]
There's way too many wolves out in these streets
They barely let you by, before they're bearing all their teeth
There's way too many wolves out in these streets
There's way too many clowns around this town
Scrambling for the punchlines, but they never make a sound
There's way too many clowns around this town
[Chorus]
And as for me, I'm perfectly content in what I know
We don't like this life as much, we enjoy the show
[Verse 2]
There's way too many fools in cheap pressed suits
Ridin' on the coattails, til the next one get the boot
There's way too many fools in cheap pressed suits
[Instrumental Break]
There's way too many wolves out in these streets
They barely let you by, before they're bearing all their teeth
There's way too many wolves out in these streets