‘Neath the Southern Cross the truth is evident
The Lone Wolf prowls the wooden mount
He knows a full moon’s much more radiant
Than any stranger’s smile that he can count
And all the glory – is in the prowl
And lying single under starry skies
A classic story of the here and now
He can’t forget it though you know he tries
Lone Wolf gettin’ just plain lucky up in old Kentucky where he don’t give a fuck-y
Licking frost in the great sub-zero where he’s never had a boss he’s a true soul hero
Tough night and a tougher existence with a chill downright and a cruel indifference
One growl and the forest trembles how the world resembles what he howls
The distant memory that his hunger brings
No time for dreams of caviar
When the morning smiles on simple things
You know exactly who you are
He knows a pack is just a heavy dream
You carry naked on your back
His friends are never really what they seem
So cut this driftin’ dog some slack
Lone Wolf gettin’ just plain lucky up in old Kentucky where he don’t give a fuck-y
Licking frost in the great sub-zero where he’s never had a boss he’s a true soul hero
Tough night and a tougher existence with a chill downright and a cruel indifference
One growl and the forest trembles how the world resembles what he howls
Aoooohhhhh – it’s the Lone Wolf
In this semblance of a country home, hear him howl…