Wolves On The Street Lyrics
| Song | Wolves On The Street |
| Artist | Waltari |
| Album | Space Avenue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| "I think they don't want 'cha | |
| Seeing to mucha, digging grave" | |
| Rave- save me form being pale | |
| Lay me down on your knees, squeeze | |
| Coz I can't get what I need, this is | |
| Reality | |
| Driven by stupidity, raising my family | |
| My throat feels hoarse (scene) | |
| Shouting at the doors, cleaning womit from | |
| My floors the alien (without a cause) knows laws | |
| (slow down, slow down...) | |
| You know that I come a place full of disgrace | |
| Danger creeps in every corner, boredom is | |
| Not your border | |
| The cold burn in your cheek, no place to weep | |
| Your home is like uriah heep, fright's your | |
| Only weapon | |
| You're like searching for the treasure at | |
| The rainbow's end | |
| Pain is your friend | |
| Physically mentally, you run with the | |
| Wolves with only stoneage tools | |
| Away from luxury, you need peace | |
| Yo, you live surrounded by colorful trees | |
| But without leaves, man | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Wolves on the streets | |
| I'm always ragged, you don't want me now | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Colorful trees | |
| I'm always ragged, please don't want me now | |
| Yo man, you know I have a jacket made from | |
| My blanket | |
| Crawling against the north wind, against the chill | |
| It is time for a pill or a pint of beer | |
| Makes my frozen hand to rouch you closer | |
| To your breakfast filled with mother's milk- | |
| Silk of your sweetnes | |
| Coz I'm shy it makes me cry on my wooden | |
| Table, with a pint | |
| In my hand I recognize: my turntable is | |
| Frozen, but my god: I should be chosen | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Wolves on the streets | |
| I'm always ragged, you don't want me now | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Far from your squeeze | |
| I'm always ragged, please don't want me now | |
| I'm the part of the big bad show | |
| I'm the hardened one in the leading role | |
| Truding in a muddy sludge | |
| The ancient child of an ancient rave | |
| "I think they don't want 'cha, living like | |
| Too mucha, you're cold!" | |
| Cold?, But cold is bold, bold makes cold, | |
| Tell me what was wrong | |
| They do not care, they do not know that | |
| Here is the truth about the death of Kurt: | |
| He needed danger, the coldeness gave the | |
| Arranger, the arrangement was power | |
| The power was the wind on his cheek | |
| Why try to rip off the power of päkä päkä | |
| Muffins are always lowest(päkä päkä) | |
| I wanna rap in this trap of nature, see my | |
| Trees in a colorful breeze | |
| I never ever wanted too mucha(except your | |
| Toucha) | |
| Crawling against the cold gives you a strong bass | |
| A branch where those sharp teeth of wolves | |
| Won't hurt | |
| That was the death of Kurt | |
| He craved it but never got it | |
| Everyday life was too hot and burned it | |
| (I wonder what's gonna be inna head, again, | |
| Me will see, what will be) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Wind tears the leaves | |
| I'm always ragged, please don't want me now | |
| Wolves on the street | |
| An ancient breeze | |
| I'm forever ragged, no shelter, please | |
| I'm the part of a big bad show | |
| I'm the hardened one in the leading role | |
| I'm truding in a muddy sludge | |
| I'm forever ragged, don't want me now |
| " I think they don' t want ' cha | |
| Seeing to mucha, digging grave" | |
| Rave save me form being pale | |
| Lay me down on your knees, squeeze | |
| Coz I can' t get what I need, this is | |
| Reality | |
| Driven by stupidity, raising my family | |
| My throat feels hoarse scene | |
| Shouting at the doors, cleaning womit from | |
| My floors the alien without a cause knows laws | |
| slow down, slow down... | |
| You know that I come a place full of disgrace | |
| Danger creeps in every corner, boredom is | |
| Not your border | |
| The cold burn in your cheek, no place to weep | |
| Your home is like uriah heep, fright' s your | |
| Only weapon | |
| You' re like searching for the treasure at | |
| The rainbow' s end | |
| Pain is your friend | |
| Physically mentally, you run with the | |
| Wolves with only stoneage tools | |
| Away from luxury, you need peace | |
| Yo, you live surrounded by colorful trees | |
| But without leaves, man | |
| Chorus | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Wolves on the streets | |
| I' m always ragged, you don' t want me now | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Colorful trees | |
| I' m always ragged, please don' t want me now | |
| Yo man, you know I have a jacket made from | |
| My blanket | |
| Crawling against the north wind, against the chill | |
| It is time for a pill or a pint of beer | |
| Makes my frozen hand to rouch you closer | |
| To your breakfast filled with mother' s milk | |
| Silk of your sweetnes | |
| Coz I' m shy it makes me cry on my wooden | |
| Table, with a pint | |
| In my hand I recognize: my turntable is | |
| Frozen, but my god: I should be chosen | |
| Chorus | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Wolves on the streets | |
| I' m always ragged, you don' t want me now | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Far from your squeeze | |
| I' m always ragged, please don' t want me now | |
| I' m the part of the big bad show | |
| I' m the hardened one in the leading role | |
| Truding in a muddy sludge | |
| The ancient child of an ancient rave | |
| " I think they don' t want ' cha, living like | |
| Too mucha, you' re cold!" | |
| Cold?, But cold is bold, bold makes cold, | |
| Tell me what was wrong | |
| They do not care, they do not know that | |
| Here is the truth about the death of Kurt: | |
| He needed danger, the coldeness gave the | |
| Arranger, the arrangement was power | |
| The power was the wind on his cheek | |
| Why try to rip off the power of p k p k | |
| Muffins are always lowest p k p k | |
| I wanna rap in this trap of nature, see my | |
| Trees in a colorful breeze | |
| I never ever wanted too mucha except your | |
| Toucha | |
| Crawling against the cold gives you a strong bass | |
| A branch where those sharp teeth of wolves | |
| Won' t hurt | |
| That was the death of Kurt | |
| He craved it but never got it | |
| Everyday life was too hot and burned it | |
| I wonder what' s gonna be inna head, again, | |
| Me will see, what will be | |
| Chorus | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Wind tears the leaves | |
| I' m always ragged, please don' t want me now | |
| Wolves on the street | |
| An ancient breeze | |
| I' m forever ragged, no shelter, please | |
| I' m the part of a big bad show | |
| I' m the hardened one in the leading role | |
| I' m truding in a muddy sludge | |
| I' m forever ragged, don' t want me now |
| " I think they don' t want ' cha | |
| Seeing to mucha, digging grave" | |
| Rave save me form being pale | |
| Lay me down on your knees, squeeze | |
| Coz I can' t get what I need, this is | |
| Reality | |
| Driven by stupidity, raising my family | |
| My throat feels hoarse scene | |
| Shouting at the doors, cleaning womit from | |
| My floors the alien without a cause knows laws | |
| slow down, slow down... | |
| You know that I come a place full of disgrace | |
| Danger creeps in every corner, boredom is | |
| Not your border | |
| The cold burn in your cheek, no place to weep | |
| Your home is like uriah heep, fright' s your | |
| Only weapon | |
| You' re like searching for the treasure at | |
| The rainbow' s end | |
| Pain is your friend | |
| Physically mentally, you run with the | |
| Wolves with only stoneage tools | |
| Away from luxury, you need peace | |
| Yo, you live surrounded by colorful trees | |
| But without leaves, man | |
| Chorus | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Wolves on the streets | |
| I' m always ragged, you don' t want me now | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Colorful trees | |
| I' m always ragged, please don' t want me now | |
| Yo man, you know I have a jacket made from | |
| My blanket | |
| Crawling against the north wind, against the chill | |
| It is time for a pill or a pint of beer | |
| Makes my frozen hand to rouch you closer | |
| To your breakfast filled with mother' s milk | |
| Silk of your sweetnes | |
| Coz I' m shy it makes me cry on my wooden | |
| Table, with a pint | |
| In my hand I recognize: my turntable is | |
| Frozen, but my god: I should be chosen | |
| Chorus | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Wolves on the streets | |
| I' m always ragged, you don' t want me now | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Far from your squeeze | |
| I' m always ragged, please don' t want me now | |
| I' m the part of the big bad show | |
| I' m the hardened one in the leading role | |
| Truding in a muddy sludge | |
| The ancient child of an ancient rave | |
| " I think they don' t want ' cha, living like | |
| Too mucha, you' re cold!" | |
| Cold?, But cold is bold, bold makes cold, | |
| Tell me what was wrong | |
| They do not care, they do not know that | |
| Here is the truth about the death of Kurt: | |
| He needed danger, the coldeness gave the | |
| Arranger, the arrangement was power | |
| The power was the wind on his cheek | |
| Why try to rip off the power of p k p k | |
| Muffins are always lowest p k p k | |
| I wanna rap in this trap of nature, see my | |
| Trees in a colorful breeze | |
| I never ever wanted too mucha except your | |
| Toucha | |
| Crawling against the cold gives you a strong bass | |
| A branch where those sharp teeth of wolves | |
| Won' t hurt | |
| That was the death of Kurt | |
| He craved it but never got it | |
| Everyday life was too hot and burned it | |
| I wonder what' s gonna be inna head, again, | |
| Me will see, what will be | |
| Chorus | |
| Full autumn breeze | |
| Wind tears the leaves | |
| I' m always ragged, please don' t want me now | |
| Wolves on the street | |
| An ancient breeze | |
| I' m forever ragged, no shelter, please | |
| I' m the part of a big bad show | |
| I' m the hardened one in the leading role | |
| I' m truding in a muddy sludge | |
| I' m forever ragged, don' t want me now |
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