
Wolf City Songtext
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Wolf City
You are a pearl
Without pity
Your glory
Is like ice cream
Dripping on the skin of a girl
And your voodoo-graph
Is going to conquer the world
While the greyhound
Leans back in the president's chair
On their way home
Gasp for fresh air
Your servants
Set up a lean-horse-monument
In the alley of cars
A queue with no end
And thousands of cows
Rush into bars
On a wall I see
Many strange signs
They say: Johnny B. Goode!
And thousands of children
You are a pearl
Without pity
Your glory
Is like ice cream
Dripping on the skin of a girl
And your voodoo-graph
Is going to conquer the world
While the greyhound
Leans back in the president's chair
On their way home
Gasp for fresh air
Your servants
Set up a lean-horse-monument
In the alley of cars
A queue with no end
And thousands of cows
Rush into bars
On a wall I see
Many strange signs
They say: Johnny B. Goode!
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