Wolves From The Fog

Murder by Death - King Of The Gutters,Prince Of The Dogs

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

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I traveled so long

Traveled so long

Til I was cold

Cold as stone

My whiskers are grey

They reach to the ground

My bird's bones

Make a hollow sound


I been lost somewhere


In the fabric of a world that's goin' threadbare


I been down in the gutters without a care

I been hunted maligned

Since before your time

I been stoned

I been thrown


To the wolves

I been starved down

To skin and bone


Throw me a bone, feed me a line


Pour a hard drink for harder times





I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs


One or the other, a ship lost in the fog

No pupils to see

Ours eyes to the ground

Our