Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Howie Saunders
Howie Saunders
Songwriter
Simon Shackleton
Simon Shackleton
Songwriter

Lyrics

Feeling like I will tomorrow
Damaged by the aimless path I follow
Call to the preacher (to the preacher)
Tell him that I'll meet you by, the station in the rain
Always wrapped around your finger
Managed to comply with what I bring ya
Call to the Frontline, tell them I'll be back sometime
Don't know how or why
I go wild, I go wild
I go wild, I go wild
Fading like I will tomorrow
Shattered with a bitter pill to swallow
Bring me what you think I need
Bring me what you think I need
Call me and I'll worship you
Call me and I'll worship you
I go wild in the dead of night in the pouring rain
I go wild when you're near me and you're calling out my name
I go wild, I go wild
I go
I go
I go wild
I go wild
Written by: Howie Saunders, Simon Shackleton
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