Over my dead body
She brushed the grit and grime
From her swollen hands

You're a lost cause little lonely boy
You ain't got nothing
If you got nothing left to lose
Nothing
If got nothing left to prove
If you're all out of moves
You're just a lonely boy
A lonely boy crying wolf

I've played with them
Them weary wolves
They'll sink those sharps in it
Get up on it
Pack of howls they are
No beatin
Wise as owls they are
Comes to eatin

So over my dead body
Little lonely boy
You play with bees you get stung
You play with them wolves
You wont dry out
You'll be strung up and hung