Wolves

[Verse 1]
We tired of the mountain
The forest and stream
We'd heard of your cities
And your hot children
We danced to your disco
And your boogaloo
Ah ooh

[Verse 2]
We came to be near you
But you're frightened, we see
We stalk on the borders of your decency
We wait for your bitches
We know they will come
Ah ooh

[Verse 3]
We tire of the abstract
We long for concrete
This Gothic architecture
This brutality
Your jails and slaughterhouses
Your democracy
Ah ooh

[Verse 4]
You worship false idols
You love the deceased
You cower before tyrants
You spread the disease
You lack imagination
You lack imagination
Ah ooh