Jon Freeman - The Big, Bad Wolf Lyrics

See him ridin' with his rolled up T-shirt
Hear the beatin' of his horse's hoof
And there's nothing gonna keep you safe
From the big, bad wolf

Mr. Wolf takes a puff on his cigar
And he smiles for the cameraman
They can never get enough of his scar
But it's more than you can stand

His eyes look so damn hungry
And the many feed the few
So you tremble while you watch T.V.
'Cause you know he's gonna come for you!

Now there's blood drippin' from the ceiling
And you know your house is made of straw
And there's nothing that can shake the feeling
You're gonna feel his claws

See him ridin' with his rolled up T-shirt
Hear the beatin' of his horse's hoof
And there's nothing gonna keep you safe
From the big, bad wolf