Wolfboy

There’s my boy riding high
There’s my boy riding by
We’ll take that tram until we die
Way across the great divide
Ah ooh, ah ooh
Strangers look and strangers stare
Wolfboy sees 'cause he’s aware
People run but he don’t care
He’s here but he is not all there
Ah ooh, ah ooh
And it’s all about the hunger
And it’s all about the feast
And it isn’t all for nothing
For some there is release
Ah ooh, ah ooh
Ah ooh, ah ooh
There’s my boy
Pretty girls they come and go
Pretty girls all in a row
Wolfboy he could have his pick
But he gently tugs the one who’s sick
Ah ooh, ah ooh
Ah ooh, ah ooh
There’s my boy