Wolves (Song Of The Shepherd's Dog) Lyrics

Wolves by the road and a bike wheel spinning on a pawnshop 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 f**ker 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 going to try to run away
Whoever got that brave?

Wolves in the middle of town and a 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 waiting for day
And you know what he’s going to 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

Send Wolves (Song Of The Shepherd's Dog) Ringtone to your Cell