I cradle a catty reputation
"Sticks and Stones" when I'm up for lapidation
Laughing off all the scrubs I've dated
Kinda difficult when they insist
"We didn't"
Crawling along the snakes of the land
I am the wicked
You are the Man
I have the knowledge
I am the fruit
But I'm not the wino
Eyeing the flute
The rush
Of flying through the
Forest
Good luck
According to the
Chorus
I'm stuck
According to the
Fables
Good lord
I'm running with all the
Werewolves
Awoo
Awoo
Awoo
I flex my eerie meditations
Patiently waiting, fear flipping faces
These days, no agenda around
Sucking me off and spitting me out, I'm
Crawling along the snakes of the land
I am the wicked
You are the Man
I have the knowledge
I am the fruit
But I'm not the wino, no, no
I am the flute
The rush
Of flying through the
Forest
Good luck
According to the
Chorus
I'm stuck
According to the
Fables
Good lord
I'm running with all the
Werewolves
Awoo
Awoo
Awoo
I know I'll figure out
Some reason to make you leave
Then I can hunt you down
Once again between my teeth
I've got this penchant for
Letting all the good ones bleed
Dancing in the moonlight
Till I'm begging for some goddamn sleep
(Sleep)
Sleep
'Cause I'm a werewolf!
'Cause I'm a werewolf!
'Cause I'm a werewolf!
Oh, I'm running with all the werewolves!
Running with all the werewolves!
I'm running with all the werewolves!
Running with all the werewolves!
I'm feeling like I'm a werewolf!
Oh, I'm feeling like I'm awoo
Awoo!