Frank Black

I dont like you much
I am like a wolf
Im not full of your hate
Im full of my grace
See here my face
I am a king
See the empty stage
See theres nothing there
Save your ounce of despair
Your once wasted air
Your devil-may-care poisonings
Lone child, born wild
No childish things
Lone child, born wild
No tribal strings
Ill be moving on, creeping off the stage
Ill be tearing you out, tearing you down
Im growling now in the wings
Lone child, born wild
No childish things
Lone child, born wild
No tribal strings
(Thanks to Chris for these lyrics)
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