Wolfe

(Yeah, I like all that) Wolfe is mad He can't run with the pack Ah things went bad Out the back Ah Wolfe is sad Ah I don't know Crash his pad Out in the snow It's like a thousand little angels on the point of a pin There's no sense in describing the place that he's in It's like a filigree diamond filched from a ring Just keep still and stop howling Wolfe feels good Ah I'm not sure If he could Anymore Ah Wolfe can't see Ah that's no good He can't see the tree For the wood (Yeah, I like all that) Wolfe is mad He can't run with the pack Ah things went bad Out the back Ah Wolfe is sad Ah I don't know Crash his pad Out in the snow It's like a thousand little angels on the point of a pin There's no sense in describing the place that he's in It's like a filigree diamond filched from a ring Just keep still and stop howling Wolfe feels good Ah I'm not sure If he could Anymore Ah Wolfe can't see Ah that's no good He can't see the tree For the woodIt's like a thousand little angels on the point of a pin There's no sense in describing the place that he's in It's like a filigree diamond filched from a ring Just keep still and stop howling