Wolves On The Street Songtext / Lyric

"I think they don't want 'cha

Seeing to mucha, digging grave"

Rave- save me form being pale

Lay me down on your knees, squeeze

Coz I can't get what I need, this is

Reality

Driven by stupidity, raising my family

My throat feels hoarse (scene)

Shouting at the doors, cleaning womit from

My floors the alien (without a cause) knows laws

(slow down, slow down...)






You know that I come a place full of disgrace

Danger creeps in every corner, boredom is

Not your border

The cold burn in your cheek, no place to weep

Your home is like uriah heep, fright's your

Only weapon

You're like searching for the treasure at

The rainbow's end

Pain is your friend

Physically mentally, you run with the

Wolves with only stoneage tools

Away from luxury, you need peace

Yo, you live surrounded by colorful trees

But without leaves, man



[Chorus]

Full autumn breeze

Wolves on the streets

I'm always ragged, you don't want me now

Full autumn breeze

Colorful trees

I'm always ragged, please don't want me now



Yo man, you know I have a jacket made from

My blanket

Crawling against the north wind, against the chill

It is time for a pill or a pint of beer

Makes my frozen hand to rouch you closer

To your breakfast filled with mother's milk-

Silk of your sweetnes

Coz I'm shy it makes me cry on my wooden

Table, with a pint

In my hand I recognize: my turntable is

Frozen, but my god: I should be chosen



[Chorus]

Full autumn breeze

Wolves on the streets

I'm always ragged, you don't want me now

Full autumn breeze

Far from your squeeze

I'm always ragged, please don't want me now

I'm the part of the big bad show

I'm the hardened one in the leading role

Truding in a muddy sludge

The ancient child of an ancient rave



"I think they don't want 'cha, living like

Too mucha, you're cold!"

Cold?, But cold is bold, bold makes cold,

Tell me what was wrong

They do not care, they do not know that

Here is the truth about the death of Kurt:

He needed danger, the coldeness gave the

Arranger, the arrangement was power

The power was the wind on his cheek

Why try to rip off the power of päkä päkä

Muffins are always lowest(päkä päkä)

I wanna rap in this trap of nature, see my

Trees in a colorful breeze

I never ever wanted too mucha(except your

Toucha)

Crawling against the cold gives you a strong bass

A branch where those sharp teeth of wolves

Won't hurt

That was the death of Kurt

He craved it but never got it

Everyday life was too hot and burned it

(I wonder what's gonna be inna head, again,

Me will see, what will be)



[Chorus]

Full autumn breeze

Wind tears the leaves

I'm always ragged, please don't want me now

Wolves on the street

An ancient breeze

I'm forever ragged, no shelter, please

I'm the part of a big bad show

I'm the hardened one in the leading role

I'm truding in a muddy sludge

I'm forever ragged, don't want me now