Wolf Party Video (MV)

Those wolf mechanics,
Those wolf mechanics

Today you beat the fortune teller
To death with your bare hands
Was it his smirk laugh,
or the ostrich feather taped to his purple hat?
He read the lines on your palm,
Chanting a creole song,
"It is soon you will die, and angels don't take bribes."

Don't linger on the skylight you smashed between his skull
Just run back to the alley,
And tell jokes to the bricks and rats
Because one man's murder scene is another's champagne party,
One man's splintered spine is a soldier's war decoration

Wolf mechanics, flare up again
As you make your way back to the financial district
The subway is a numb field
And every dazed boy and girl makes you lick your lips
The girl with the accordion, chewing grass like a lamb,
She hands you the juicy eye,
And then she laughs at your pathetic tie

But don't linger on the grin you gouged in her throat
Just take the subway home
But the wife and kids twinkle like stuffed dogs
You're like the stormy ocean now,
Collecting death like driftwood

Those wolf mechanics banging,
Those wolf mechanics crashing
[x2]

But one man's suicide is a credit company's bride,
One man's poisoned mind is a pharmaceutical gold mine
You bring your kill from the savannah and bake it in the sun, but
The heat warps its flesh and you see the face of God in the tarry mess, and,

Those wolf mechanics banging,
Those wolf mechanics crashing
[x2]