Wolves

Well it's a perfect situation
 for anyone in question
 The logic just escapes me
 The moment my head blows off
 It was a lovely Friday evening
 With lovely fellow heathens
 But darling I don't know the reasons
 That drinking always leads to sex
 But I don't want this atmosphere to stay
 When you gave a part of me willingly away
 But sometimes in the pitch of night
 Did I hear the words
 I think they might be coming to take me away
 Ah ooooooo
 A Christian reputation
 It distorts my minds persuasion
 No vices or perversions
 Can barricade my holy, holy beat
 My mother she would say "why son?"
 My father he won't say nothing
 And we will all live only explaining (?)
 That darkness inside my heart (?)
 But I don't want this atmosphere to stay
 When you gave a part of me willingly away
 But sometimes in the pitch of night
 Did I hear the words
 I think they might be coming to take me away
 Ah ooooooo
 Ah ooooooooooooo
 Ah oooooooooooooooooooooo
 Ah ooooooooooooo ohhhh