The Wolves

CHORUS

When you put yourself out there

There’s no asking, “How dare?”

They devour all the cowards

To reclaim their power

The wolves!

The wolves!

The wolves!

Put your career on hold!

VERSE 1

The world is a stage, the wolves are your audience

You hold the mike, you’re the ultimate embodiment

Of hope, strength, charisma, and leadership

They can embody love or just plain evil shit

Howl for the moon, the dark side of it

Pour your heart out, because you love it

If you miss a beat, it’s your flesh they’ll eat

There’re no short cuts, there’s no way to cheat

CHORUS

When you put yourself out there

There’s no asking, “How dare?”

They devour all the cowards

To reclaim their power

The wolves!

The wolves!

The wolves!

Put your career on hold!

VERSE 2

The wolves are reading every one of your words

In order to decide if they’ll chew you like a bird

Fill your dead body with the filthiest of worms

Watch your career die, watch your family burn

It could be as simple as an auto correction

Or a casual joke about a rapist’s erection

Or a full diatribe about how people should die

You’re more delicious to the wolves than apple pie

BRIDGE

Throw your ass to the wolves for being so bold!

Throw you out in the snow to go numb in the cold!

Put your life’s work on an auction block to be sold!

A pocketful of change is what you now hold!

VERSE 3

You can’t be an autocrat to the pack of wolves

You can’t rip their hearts out and eat their souls

No matter how many times you cry out to the skies

Not one motherfucker is going to feed you kind lies

These hungry beasts only dabble in the truth

They don’t give a shit about egotistical youth

They don’t care if you’re dying of hunger

If you fuck up, you’ll be buried six feet under

CHORUS

When you put yourself out there

There’s no asking, “How dare?”

They devour all the cowards

To reclaim their power

The wolves!

The wolves!

The wolves!

Put your career on hold!

The Media

VERSE 1

Caught on camera, a vicious beating

Made me throw up what I was eating

Made me blow a fuse just like dynamite

Your son’s heart beats booze and cyanide

Teach your child some real lessons

Not to use hate and fear as weapons

Not to blame others for his own undoing

Not to be surprised when parents are suing

CHORUS X2

It is not the media’s fault

That your son’s an ass and he got caught

VERSE 2

He laughs at suicide whenever it happens

Laughs at the mourners, calls them faggots

His ribs are broken from the many chuckles

His knees are shaking as they start to buckle

Let’s see him pick a fight with a true giant

Let’s see his lips quiver in the dead of silence

Let’s see his blood pressure hit the maximum

Piss a million gallons and call it going platinum

CHORUS X2

It is not the media’s fault

That your son’s an ass and he got caught

VERSE 3

In the end, he’s nothing but a coward

He thought he wielded the ultimate power

But all he got was a golden shower

His tight jockey shorts smell a little sour

All the bravado was for absolutely nothing

All the laughter never led to something

Now he’s got a spotlight burning so bright

He’s shitting himself from the stage fright

CHORUS

It is not the media’s fault

That your son’s an ass and he got caught

It is not the victim’s fault

That your son’s another brick in the wall

It is not the judge’s fault

That his dad has lost his balls

Blame yourself and no one else

Blame yourself for building your own hell

FINAL LINE X4

It is not the media’s fault!