Tame On The Prowl şarkı sözleri

The case was made with good intentions But soon brought out my excesses They were wrong to say that The tame are on the prowl I'm wishing well on those without I'm breath, filling lungs I am dying to bring us enough Green of field and seedless black The two ends meet on cul-de-sac They were wrong to say that The tame are on the prowl I'm wishing well on those without I'm breath, filling lungs I am dying to bring us enough