Wild  thing

Time can make more rubble

Out of dreams than anything

In a quiet neighborhood

Where she`s living without wing

There`s eyes behind the curtains

And there`s ears below the floor

Cracks inside the ceiling

And shadows at the door

The boredom stirs a rage inside her soul

A rage that reaches out and takes control

Nine days out alone

Sleeping in the dirt

She walks back into town

With blood stains on her shirt

Everyone has questions

But no one wants to know

How far the anger in someone

Can really make them go

Tangled hair and mud stains on her knees

Bruised ribs and rips inside her jeans

She`s a wild thing

I used to be a citizen in this town

Until my teeth turned grey and my hair fell out

A symbol to some people they don`t want to know

A girl looking for trouble says she`ll give me a go

While everybody’s sleeping this town is mine

From the crooked clock tower to the border line

The night stars static in the winter breeze

She`s lying in the moonlight with her hand

Between her knees

She says it’s alright by me

She`s a wild thing…

Noah and whale.

By Jimmy the fisherman.