Wolves Lyrics

On the From the Top of Willamette Mountain album.
Well it's a perfect situation for anyone in question
The logic just escapes me, the moment my head blows off
It was a lovely Friday evening, with lovely fellow heathens
And darlin I don't know the reasons, that drinking always leads to sex
But I don't want this atmosphere to stay
When you gave a part of me willingly away
Sometimes in the pitch of night
I hear the wolves, I think they might be coming to take me away
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo
A Christian reputation, distorts the mind's persuasion
No vices or perversions, could barricade the holy gates
My mother, she will say why son, my father, he won't say nothin
And we will all avoid explaining, the darkness inside my heart
But I don't want this atmosphere to stay
When you gave a part of me willingly away
Sometimes in the pitch of night
I hear the wolves, I think they might be coming
To take me away
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo