Well, I am a young man And I believe in God And I button my shirt Right up to the top And I read when I can In the shade of the trees And I buckle up good And I always say please But the wolf is at the gate And I’m reflected in his eyes And his teeth are broken glass His mercy is a lie And when it snows All the details disappear And the days are long and grey And the lights come on at three And the road down to the pharmacy Well, it may be beautiful And the road down to the pharmacy Well, it may be beautiful But it’s a trap But it’s a trap But it’s a trap But it’s a trap