"Wolves in the City" as written by Marie Agnes Ferchaud, Alexandre Le Hong, Leonard Garnier, Caroline Charre, Guillaume Bosson, Benjamin Garnier and Charles Antoine Bosson....
Nothing is good there,
And the air is bitter
it makes it hard to breathe
and harder to make a move.
its been a six month ride
since the end of the war,
and men there lie with guns in their arms
and twisted cruel grins.
Welcome to the unspeakable town:
A land for raving maniacs
who have the law on their side.
Well, I learnt to cope with that.
Some are living by hope;
Some are hooked on chance;
Some are slaves of blood.
Well, straight-face me and pull me hard:

I'm riding to the land of Nod.

Can't you hear Abel from above?
Nothing's plain there,
And nothing's really clear
When they came to take a man
And finally shot his dog.
Five months have been. Yeah,
Murderous years
For men to live along
With them crystal fears.
Fine unspeakable streams!
The land of raving creeps
Is now mine for days and weeks.
So I got used to the smell.
Some, it gets them down;
But some, it horns them well.
I can't remember clear
The curious music that I hear:

Living in the land of Nod.

And Cain's awaited to say grace.


Lyrics submitted by KimberleeJamez

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