Razorhoof
Cold wind howling through the street
Heavy shadows under our feet
You heard the warning in the pub
But you stepped right into the wild club
(oh yeah)
Beware the moon, stick to the road The oldest story ever told
Slaughtered lamb,
out in the cold Selling your soul for a story untold
Slaughtered lamb,
hear the pack cry
Under the full moon up in the sky (whoah-oh-oh)
Silver bullet, loaded gun
No place left for you to run
claw marks on the wooden door
You won't be walking here no more
(no more!)
Beware the moon, stick to the road The oldest story ever told
Slaughtered
lamb,
out in the cold Selling your soul for a story untold
Slaughtered lamb,
hear the pack cry
Under the full moon up in the sky (whoah-oh-oh)
Slaughtered lamb,
out in the cold Selling your soul for a story untold
Slaughtered lamb,
hear the pack cry
Under the full moon up in the sky (whoah-oh-oh!)
Slaughtered lamb!
(yeah,
yeah,
yowwwl)