A Wolf Descends Upon The Spanish Sahara

If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win.

A birds' eye view of a burning bridge.

You come through ghost towns set on pause

Hoping the risk was worth the cause.

Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa

Sound off the false alarm!

Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa

But I'll make my own colleague

From wood and from ivory

And reap the rewards of proximity.

I'll assemble my equal

From what I lack and require

And gather what's left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster

It looks like a trap.

So go by the wayside

And never look back.

If you could spare me forty winks

While you cry wolf and I count sheep.

What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests

With backbones like a jellyfish.

Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa

Stomp on your land again!

Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa

But I'll make my own colleague

From wood and from ivory

And reap the rewards of proximity.

I'll assemble my equal

From what I lack and require

And gather what's left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster

It looks like a trap.

So go by the wayside

And never look back.

If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win.

A ringside seat at the main event.

Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa

Stomp on your land again!

Whoooaoaoaoaooa-oo-oa

It smells like disaster

It looks like a trap.

So go by the wayside

And never look back.

It smells like disaster

Thank God (?)

So go by the wayside

I'll never look back.