He's got a wild streak in him
He's got a wild head of hair
He's like Son of Sam dished out
And a snake up the hill
He's the coldest flame
He's got the sharpest edge
And in his mind's eye he says
I cherish the dead

Come on mother, come on father
You can take the train on Tuesday...

He's the wild prince
He's the wild Jame's Dean
He's got a wild priest card collection
And a belly full of burn
He smokes wild cigarettes
And checks shade blade mirror head
Well no two bears look the same

Lyrics submitted by TheDirge

I'm Bringing You Death song meanings
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