The Cocaine Wolves of the Dallas

The cocaine wolves of Dallas. Sink your teeth into the night until they are numb, the beasts are lurking about looking for a cigarette to bum. The cocaine wolves of Dallas, and everybody carries a knife. Slickback your hair and tighten your laces of the boots' on the throat of life. Key bums in the bathroom, More more more. New friends linger, Brush their teeth with their finger, and anxiously watch the door. Feed of the night. My fists are clinched, my eyes are widened, I can see I'm feeling fine. Breathe life into to me. Bulletproof and shaky I feed deep into moonlight. Dominion over all things, with everything to gain insight. The cocaine wolves of Dallas, leave your old life behind. As the sunrises depression kicks in leaving you serotonin dry. The pack turns on each other, chewing on the by-and-by. The cocaine wolves of Dallas, where everybody carries a knife. The nighttime is the right time. If you feed the beast, the beast will feed of you.