Wolf Slaying as a Hobby

Duration

3:47

Genres

Pop

Lyrics

Mama’s bearing her fangs right at me Cool cubs wearing their fear like acne Every time I flash a glare its power knocks shock waves through their hair Eyes bleed while my Claymore catches moonlight Now every time I get a little brave it bends me out of shape Every time I catch a little break I’m dying to escape Traps sprung flailing bones and muscle Weaponizing teenaged hustle My bark nearly matches theirs, its wisdom and strength frightens bears But the cross bow lies not dormant as their statuesque teeth. As projectiles misfire, as unsteady hands wield the blade My lips shake as brush felled by the winds mighty tongue Mother shan’t be burying her young tonight Now every time I get a little brave it bends me out of shape Every time I catch a little break I’m dying.