Pedestrian Wolves

(альбом: Boingo - 1994)

Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest
I was left to fend for myself
I was left in a basket, just like baby Moses
To float down that muddy river
Protected by the stupid little fairies

I floated for nine days and nights
I floated for nine days and nights
Till I came to the city
Bright lights and all the fine ladies
Come on out, all you bright, fine ladies

I like you just like you are, and I love you kind of
Just like you are, and I love you
Like a sticky piece of cotton candy
In this bright red cotton candy, candy world

I'm so excited about the prospects
Of meeting with a
Stranger in an alley
I'm so excited

I hope they're rough, I hope their skin is
Tough like Spanish leather
Can't wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine
I can't wait until their dull, dead eyes meet mine

Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest
Raised by suburban lions out in the jungle
We really like to run in packs—and I like that
When we hunt, we all function with one mind
Our collective predications are as sharp as the
Razor in my pocket, and as dull as the ice
Melting slowly in my glass

My only love is the love of oblivion in a dark room
With a couple of pedestrian wolves
So artfully backlit by a solitary candle
I take my pleasure in soft, red clouds of desire
So funky in this unwashed bed for one
With the soft, red dreams of oblivion

I'm so excited about the prospects
Of meeting with a
Stranger in an alley
I'm so excited

I'm so excited, 'cause soon I'll hit the streets
I am the crown prince of pavement
I'm so excited
Under the sheltering skin
Stretched out so pale and thin
There is an ocean of bright red liquid love
And that, my friend, is my favorite color

Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest
And I take my pleasure on a soft, red cloud
And I take my pleasure in the monkey's bed
And the wolves still howl and the light still glowing red
And I take my pleasure in a blue, steel game
And I take my pleasure through the monkey's eye
And the wolves all howl while the world around me dies

I'm so excited about the prospects
Of meeting with a stranger
In an alley
I'm so excited

I hope they're rough
I hope their skin is tough
Like Spanish leather

Raised by pedestrian wolves out in the forest
I was left to fend for myself
I was left in a basket—just like baby Moses
To float down that muddy river
Protected by all those stupid little fairies

I floated for nine days and nights
Till I came to the city
Bright lights and all the fine ladies
Come on out, all you bright, fine ladies

I like you just like you are, and I love you kind of
Just like you are in this bright cotton candy, candy world
Raised by pedestrian wolves....