Yeah, when I was only seventeen I could hear the angels whispering So I drove into the woods And wandered aimlessly about Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog It turned out to be the howling of a dog Or a wolf, to be exact The sound sent shivers down my back But I was drawn into the pack and before long They allowed me to join in and sing their song So from the cliffs and highest hills Yeah, we would gladly get our fill Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong For my flesh had turned to fur Yeah, and my thoughts they surely were Turned to instinct and obedience to God
You can wear your fur Like a river on fire But you'd better be sure If you're making God a liar I'm a rattlesnake, babe, I'm like fuel on fire So if you're gonna get made Don't be afraid of what you've learned
On the day that I turned 23 I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree When suddenly a girl Her skin the color of a pearl She wandered aimlessly, but she didn't seem to see She was listening for the angels just like me So I stood and looked about I brushed the leaves off of my snout And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees So I took her by the arm We settled down upon a farm And raised our children up as gently as you please
And now my fur has turned to skin And I've been quickly ushered in To a world that, I confess, I do not know But I still dream of running careless through the snow Through the howling winds that blow Across the ancient distant flow To fill our bodies up like water till we know
You can wear your fur Like a river on fire But you'd better be sure If you're making God a liar I'm a rattlesnake, babe, I'm like fuel on fire So if you're gonna get made Don't be afraid of what you've learned
И больше не умел я отличать, что хорошо, что плохо, Ведь плоть моя покрылась шерстью, А мысли обратились В звериное чутье и воле Божьей послушанье.