Gonna blow on down lil red's roof
The big bad wolf is forming
In the clouds.
They say there's a bad storm comin
A big bad wolf is in the clouds
Sneering down on the metropolis
An old beast ready to march again
Towards to its death
To its end
With one last thing to do
Before it crumbles
A slow end
A painful end
Not knowing it is coming
But forcing others out
Of its path.
A big bad wolf is in the clouds
Looking for sheep
It will never find
Before the end
Sneering and howling
The wind and water
At its feet.
A big bad wolf is in the clouds
A big bad wolf shall leave us.
No comments:
Post a Comment