Besedila: Strike Twelve. Killing California. The Wolf.

Should I stay or should I run away? So old and tired,

Everybody wants to kill me, fuck this shit, I'm in fucking deep

I'm the last wolf in this forest, now surrounded by sheep.


And everybody's

Waiting until I slip up again,

Waiting for the perfect shot and then

Take it, watch me fall down dead in the street.


The slightest sound, now my heart's racing. There's no one to trust

I see through their smiling faces, I know that they're thirsty for blood

I just want out of this business, walk away, don't hurt anyone.