Up on your Leopard, Upon the End of your Feral Days

You're the one who ran in the wild 'cause

You're the one the wild called

And you're the one who followed the child

To save the sun from how it falls

You're the one who had knives

Set aside for the throats of hunters

But they tricked you with a trinket and a name

'm the one who sat at your capture

'm the one who whispered low

That's the one who followed the child to save the son

And look-it's starting to snow!

Whoah-oh-oh-ho-oh…

You're the one who's riding about on a leopard.

You're the one who's throwing the shiv in the air!

You're the one whose well I will weather

And the weathering takes you from leather

Made for princes to lay their princely heads of hair

Upon the end of your feral days

Upon the end of your feral days

Upon the end of your feral days

Oh-oh-oh

You're the one who ran in the wild a virgin to a name;

You're the one who lived off a forsaken land.

I'm the one who sat at your capture

And let the snow fall on this whispering rapture

You're the one who's kissing your captor's hands

"Well shit, I know we're all growing old.

But where there's a will, there is a way

So way to go."

Say goodbye to your feral days.

Say goodbye to your feral days.

Say goodbye-bye-bye-bye

'Cause you're the one who's riding around on a leopard; (ba-da-dum)

You're the one who's throwing dead birds in the air.

And you're the one whose wild hide will weather

In the weathering days

To a lover made soft

So princes can lay down their princely white heads! OF HAIR!

Say goodbye…

Say goodbye to your feral days.

Say goodbye-bye-bye-bye.

Your highness is holding your chains.