I don't like you much
I am like a wolf
I'm not full of your hate
I'm full of my grace
See in my face
I am a king

See the empty stage
See there's nothing there
Save your ounce of despair
Your once wasted air
Your devil-may-care poisonings

Lone child, born wild
No childish things
Lone child, born wild
No tribal strings

I'll be moving on
Creeping off the stage
I'll be tearing you out
Tearing you down
I'm growling now
In the wings

Lone child, born wild
No childish things
Lone child, born wild
No tribal strings

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHARLES THOMPSON