Looking out for the morning’s reign. . .
His depredations are retired.
He’s gonna change when he faces daybreak—that’s A.
M., and he will be tired.

He’ll gorge at night and rend you—
That is so unkind!
I will keep him out of my mind.

’cause I think it’s real,
I think it’s real,
I think it’s real, like, unnatural: wolfman
(Wolfman).

He can howl like a hell-sent hound. . .
A shame it’s not a lame bit.
In fact, it’s a maw bit and strong is he,
And his rage, you can’t tame it.
It is wrong to be doubtful: he likes licking gore;
He licks and then gets lappy, like kid in candy store.

Well! I think it’s real,
I think it’s real,
I think it’s real, like, unnatural: wolfman
(Wolfman).

So crazy is lycanthropy (is lycanthropy);
It appeals to your darker side (darker side).
And I just wanna be (wanna be)
Not up chewed; I want to remain alive.

But he has real zeal
And makes me squeal,
He is quite real
And is attacking, wolfman.