I'm tied to a tree in a wood on fire, while my notions of love burn like fleeting desires Yes I'm tied to a mast of a ship capsized, no swimmer dives the depths of my seas
My arms are a garden of thistles and thorns while my words sting enflamed with the wrath of scorn
I'm a wolf. Tied to the rules of June I'm a wolf. Thank God I'm tied to rules
Your eyes mirror flames, while your face beams its smile at a desperate man once in love with your lies
I've told many stories, I told many a lie, but I'd never steal the pennies from any dead man's eyes
I'm a wolf. Tied to the rules of June I'm a wolf. Thank God I'm tied to rules