Wolves In The City

Nothing is good there,

And the air is bitter.

It makes it hard to breathe

And harder to make a move.

It's been a six month ride

Since the end of the war,

And men there lie with guns in their arms.

Welcome to 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 through the land of Nod.

I'm riding through the land of Nod.

I'm riding through the land of Nod.

Can't you hear Abel from above ?

Nothing is 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.

Living in the land of Nod.

Living in the land of Nod.

And Cain's awaited to say grace