The Wolf:

He makes my blood burn,

He makes my collar hot,

He makes my stomach churn,

He looks into your eyes and you run for your cocoon,

He's crazy like a werewolf underneath the moon.

He and my mother fell out of love

He stained the carpet, she sold his truck

He's got the money, she has the drugs

And now he's circling

He wants revenge

He wants revenge

He's out for blood and

There'll be no happy ending

Mayhem is descending

Down upon our heads

D'you hear the sirens?

Here they come again.

Oooweeooweeoo

The Wolf:

Don't play him for a fool

He'll bury you in the garden,

Drown you in the pool.

He wears a million faces,

You don't know who you'll meet.

You see him, my advice is:

You're best to cross the street.

He and my mother fell out of love

He stained the carpet, she sold his truck

He's got the money, she has the drugs

And now he's circling

He wants revenge

He wants revenge

He's out for blood and

There'll be no happy ending

Mayhem is descending

Down upon our heads

D'you hear the sirens?

Here they come again.

Oooweeooweeoo

The wolf

(Monologue)

Love, if you think you're a monster, ask yourself   do you celebrate life? Do you lap it up? Every cell? Every scrap? Do you swirl life around your mouth, sucking bits of others through your teeth, over and over, until you're sick? I do. That's how I worship life.

Because you know, a monster -- a real life monster has no rhyme or reason. No layers. I'm no onion to unpick. I do, what I do, because I do. Because every night I wake up, I wake up and ask myself one simple question: should I grab a cup of coffee... or kill?

He wants revenge

He wants revenge

He's out for blood and

There'll be no happy ending

Mayhem is descending

Down upon our heads

D'you hear the sirens?

Here they come again.

Oooweeooweeoo

The wolf