It's a myth that you get any smarter
When you finally grow up
I used to carry quite a fine conversation
I used to make up my mind

Now everytime I try to speak
Well I, I laugh at every word
And all the songs that I can sing
They are the worst I've ever heard

It's just a waste that it takes this long
Before we figure out
That this is it babe
Nothing more to it
You get up
And then you lie back down

And the all the hours in between are just the spittle on your screen
You say this never was your dream
That's why you're howling at the moon

Ahhhh-whooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooh

Lyrics submitted by ratpony

The Werewolf song meanings
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