Running Wild

Denim, studs an leather all the way
They call him a willful grumbler, who's going astray
Looking for a grain of fortune for feeling alive
But the know-all and riffraff never dies
The law demands its order, he's bored with all their lies
He can't take it any longer, his anger will arise
He's a Lonewolf, furious and castaway
Yes, he's a Lonewolf, and he's on the prowl again
He's totally disobedient and he's strong
they disparage and revite him, saying that he is wrong
Unmercifully accused of living free
But the denial of the truth is not a spree
The law demands its order, he's bored with all their lies
He can't take it any longer, his anger will arise
Yes, he's a Lonewolf,