Don’t want a lupine chew,
don’t want a lupine bite.
I could be lupine food
if I should go out at night.

They’ll chomp upon your chin,
they’ll take your organs out.
They’ll nip your hand till it can’t shake,
then do a facial rout.

Don’t want a lupine chew,
don’t want a lupine bite.
I could be lupine stew
if they cooked, but that ain’t right.

They’ll chomp upon your shin,
they’ll take intestines out.
They’ll treat you just like Shake ’n’ Bake.
then do a facial rout.

Don’t want a lupine chew,
don’t want a lupine bite.
They would use lupine roux
if they cooked, but that ain’t right.

They’ll chomp you if you’re thin,
they’ll chomp you if your stout.
The thirst for violence they can’t slake.
I’d better run, not pout.

Don’t want a lupine chew;
I have got lupine fright.
I will be lupine food,
if I don’t get out of sight.

No chomp? You should stay in….
be chomped if you go out.
The thirst for violence they can’t slake—
Of that there is no doubt.

Don’t want a lupine chew…
could be a lupine night
I’ll be a lupine chew toy—
gotta play my cards right.

My whole self didn’t win;
my whole self became chow.
I hear them as they masticate
my forehead and my brow.

I became lupine food;
I became lupine bites.
Don’t like these lupine dudes…
shouldn’t have gone out last night!