The Waking Eyes - Wolves At The Door video free download

Lyrics

Vices are prone to burn holes in my pockets

And they're dryin' up my well

But every so often there's a forgotten cost

And a ringin' on my bell

And when I decided to make like I died they got wise

The sun it was sunny, but I feel downpour

The man wants my money, the wolves at the door

He held out his hand, but I feel down poor

He smiled with my money, the wolves at the door

Phone calls and and gold-sealed documentation

Knockin' on my door

Brow-beating threats, they've been making me sweat

They've been ringing on my bell

Collectors and spies and agents of various kinds want more

So call off your dogs and all hungry minds

They're shedding their hair and sheeply disguise

So call off your dogs and leave them behind

'Cause I'm not paying a dime

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