text: Looking back in anger
  On this dirty little town
  It stained your dress carved up my face
  Put a wedge between our state of grace
  Somethings so young and pretty
  Should never be released
  We place our bets we take our pick
  They wind up in the belly of the beast
  And when you cant get what you want
  You take anything you can
  So I wear this suit of wolves at night
  I slip it on how come it feels so right
  I get a hungry man
  When I cant get what I want
  I take anything I can
  I wear a suit of wolves
  Just across from Friday
  The weekend circus rolls
  I cross my heart turn on the charm
  I say my prayers between two hungry arms
  Theres a string of dangerous flowers
  All around my bed
  Theres some want rings and some just want
  And those whod like to see me dead