There was blood in the air
I was on all fours, screaming, "Life isn't fair"
Break down these walls
As their marksmen hit their marks
And their cloaks of justice are only cloaks, after all
Born young and wild
Don't let them cut your tail
Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine
One last lifeline, I'm hanging high
Stay awake, oh, from the wolves you run barefoot
With their libellous venomous words, they shoot
Pulled and panicked, the door is locked
And you're trapped inside of your own heart
It's a spectator sport
Just play your part
Just play your part
Born young and wild
And don't let them cut your tail
Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine
One last lifeline, I'm hanging high
Born young and wild
Don't let them cut your tail
Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine
One last lifeline, I'm hanging high
