Letras
Wolves by the road and a bike wheel spinning on a pawn shop wall
She'll wring out her colored hair like a butterfly beaten in a summer rainfall
And then roll on the kitchen floor of some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change
The song of the shepherd's dog
A ditch in the dark in the ear of the lamb, who's gonna try to run away?
Whoever got that brave?
Wolves in the middle of town and the chapel bell ringing through the windblown trees
She'll wave to the butcher's boy with the parking lot music everybody believes
And then dive like a dying bird at any dude with a dollar at the penny arcade
The song of the shepherd's dog
The waiter and the check or the rooster on a rooftop waitin' for day
You know what he's gonna say
You know what he's gonna say
Wolves at the end of the bed and a postcard hidden in her winter clothes
She'll weep in the back of a truck to the traitors, only trying to find her bullet hole
And then run down a canopy road to some mother and a baby with a cross to bear
The song of the shepherd's dog
A little brown flea in the bottle of oil for your wooly wild hair
You'll never get him out of there
Never get him out of there, never get him (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Out of there, never get him out of there, no (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
They're there now, they're there now (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Out of there, they're there now (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
They're there now, they're there now (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
They're there now, they're there now (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
They're there (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)