End of october, suns fallen over
Wolves on the street
Wolves on the street
Roaming howling
Smoking in the distance
Strangers are calling
Paid for your time, paid
Your time boy
Hold on hold on
Oh
He's not underground
He's not in the air
He's not in that book
You take everywhere
The devil wears a suit
He lives in our town
He lives on our street
In your home, in your bed
Ären't you the bright one?
Aren't you the trooper?
Where did you go
Where have you ben son
Talking in circle, points of
Confusion
Who needs a hug? who needs
A hug then?
You do you do
Oh
House of your friendly local
Accomplice
Shoes at the door, shoes at
The door please
Mind your secrets
Out in the garden
Under the elk weed
Ribs in the firt ribs in a
Dirt heap
Silence, silence