Wolf - Saint Mesa

I’m a dead man, wide awake

With a red hand and blood to pay

Burdened down by the weight of tomorrow

Cut the chord, man, tell me straight

Are you hunter, or are you bait?

Will your knife cut straight as an arrow?

Though my feet may rest, anxious eyes, they open

Feel it in my chest, the nature of wolf inside

You’re a dead man, settled fate

The price on your head will pave my way

A cold stiff at the end of a long haul

A lone life is one I know, and state of broken hope

Only time I’m not alone is when you haunt me in my home

Though my feet may rest, anxious eyes, they open

Feel it in my chest, the nature of wolf inside

Though my feet may rest, anxious eyes, they open

Feel it in my chest, the nature of wolf inside