End of october, sun's fallen over Wolves on the street, Wolves on the street Roaming, howling Smoke in the distance, strangers are calling Paid for your time, paid for your time boy Hold on hold on Oh He's not underground He's not in the air He's not in that book You take everywhere The Devil wears a suit He lives in our town He lives on our street In your home, in your bed Aren't you the bright one? Aren't you the trooper? Where did you go, where have you been son? Nowhere, with noone Talking in circles, point of confusion Who needs a hug? who need a hug then? You do you do Oh House of your friendly local accomplice Shoes at the door, shoes at the door please mind your secrets Out in the garden Under the elk weed Ribs in the dirt, ribs in a dirt heap Silence, silence