Lone Child - Frank Black

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 here 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