If I come home and smell like wolf piss well
That doesn't mean I’m in love with him
I was lonely and drunk in the closet
I just needed someone to talk to and I-
I was looking for love in a rabbit's hole
Like looking for food in an empty bowl
A wolf can get lonely in a town this small
Still you deprive him of love
If I come with eyes like a goat from hell
At least I've a tale worth being tell
I was tying my bike to a humble tree
When the town drunkie took a swing at me
And the blood vessels popped one by one in my eyes
Stretched out and spread like grape leaf vines
And I walked back to town in a bed in a troll
And she’s all swelled up with child
All the fuck-uglies and weirdos know
That we're not supposed to mingle
Our love is sweet and sticky love
And blind bumps and shingles