As the horses hut
All the chickens start to run
Next thing I know my mate who only hasn't run
All the wolves are bay
I will sleep till past 3
I will work but I won't break
I'm not your slave

I will slur words back I don't know what they say
I had a sickness in my head that won't go away
And when its hard to buzz me but way up I sore
And you still say I love you
But you still want my soul

There's a lot in this wall
All the seasons start to run
And if you stick to your guns
I'm gonna call somebody elses son
Cause the wolves are at bay
I will sleep till past 3
I will slur words back I don't know what they say
I had a sickness in my head that wouldn't go away
And when its hard to buzz me but way up I sore
And you still say I love you
But you still want my soul