Robert Jon & the Wreck - Raised by Wolves

Pack up, get away, there's nothing left for you
Your time is running out, your welcome here is through
I can't believe you can't hear me when I said
One thing I scream to you, "My dear, you cannot stay"

Ah, ah, ah-a-a-a-a raised by wolves

They're all rising up and taking to the street
These roads are cold and dark in the midst of southern heat
Burned down a single house, it was full of broken sin
I still can't believe the shit that you are in

Ah, ah, ah-a-a-a-a raised by wolves

You came from Southern Rock and a house that speaks the truth
Your worries slip away in a glass of sweet vermouth
You wasn't raised by no cowards, thieves or fools
No, no no
Raised by wolves

Ah, ah, ah-a-a-a-a raised by wolves

Written by:
Andrew Espantman, Kristopher Butcher, Nick Phakpiseth, Robert Jon Burrison, Steve Maggiora

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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