Wolf

I'm not the one with my head to the gun
 And your heart is bursting at the seams
 You're taking me down with every crease in your frown
 The folding of your skin is making me feel queasy
 Old man, beware
 I'm not all there
 Or so I'm told
 By the powers that be
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 Fallen at your feet with an arrow through my cheek
 Shown a fraction of the mind
 The rest would have you six foot deep, you creep
 Where do I stand now? I'm strapped against the bow
 Of a ship that's captained by a fraud and I get sick at sea
 Old man, beware
 I'm not all there
 Or so I'm told
 By the powers that be, the powers vested in me
 I'm not the one with my head to the gun
 And your heart is bursting at the seams
 You're taking me down with every crease in your frown
 The folding of your skin is making me feel queasy