Wolves of the Revolution

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
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 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
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 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