كلمات Wolf

I'm not the one with my head to the gun And your heart is bursting at the seams You're taking me down with every crease in your frown The folding of your skin is making me feel queasy Old man beware I'm not all there Or so I'm told By the powers that be Fallen at your feet with an arrow through my cheek Shown a fraction of the mind The rest would have you six foot deep, you creep Where do I stand now? I'm strapped against the bow Of a ship that's captained by a fraud and I get sick at sea Old man beware I'm not all there Or so I'm told By the powers that be The powers vested in me I'm not the one with my head to the gun And your heart is bursting at the seams You're taking me down with every crease in your frown The folding of your skin is making me feel queasy