Wild for the King

Some kind of messiah Kneeling at the feet If he asks you to be quiet If he wants you to be chaste Wild thing Are you showing me the change? Carriages to court her In rations and degrees Ante up the portions Do you divvy up the steam? Wild thing Are you showing me the change? Curled up in the corner Like a child in fits and dreams Witness with a warning And a shiv between your teeth Wild thing Are you walking to your king? Wild, wild, wild thing Are you walking to your king?