Wolves by the road And a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall She leaned on her coloured hair Like a butterfly wing in a summer rainfall And the roll on the kitchen floor Some f---er with a pocketful of foreign change Song of the shepherd’s dog A pitch in the dark in the ear of the lamb who was going to try to run away Whoever got that brave? Wolves in the middle of town And the chapel bell ringing through the wind-blown trees To wave to the butcher’s boy with the parking lot music everybody believes And then dive like a dying bird and then they do with the daughter at the penny arcade Song of the shepherd’s dog Waiting around the jack caught the rooster On a rooftop waiting for day And you know what he's gonna say Wolves at the end of the bed And a postcard hidden in her winter clothes She beat in the back of a truck To the trailers when we trying to find the bullet hole And then run down the canopy rows Some mother and a baby with a cross to bear Song of the shepherd’s dog Little brown flea in the bottle of oil for your woolly wild hair You'll never get him out of there Thanks to mprep789 for these lyrics
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