Wolves Inside My Head Songtext
von Jess and the Ancient Ones

Everything we have to do
Is to get to the truth has to be sneaky
It seems a shame to sneak to get to the truth
To make the truth such an evil dirty ol′ nasty thing
You gotta sneak to get to the truth
The truth is condemned
The truth is in the gas chamber
The truth has been in your stockyards, your slaughterhouses
The truth has been in your reservations
Building your railroads
Emptying your garbage
The truth is in your ghettos, your jail, your young love
Not your courts or your congress
Where the old seek judgement on the young
What the Hell do the old know about the young
Put a picture of ol' George on the dollar
And tell ya he′s your father worship him


Of death and hippie dreams
Hofmann's medicine
Your lingering acid tongue
Keeps screaming unto me
And I know it's a wild ride
Surf the veils of coloured death
When all the lights they call me home
The truth I′ve known

This is a separate reality
The strangest kind of tomorrow
The face I wear is not my own
Howling, like the wolves inside my head

Loving stabbing hands
The carving knives of doom
Macabre femme fatale
The eyes of liquid smoke
Born of flowers and rainbows
A western cult of death
Radio Aquarius transcending all to see

This is a separate reality
The strangest kind of tomorrow
The face I wear is not my own
Howling, like the wolves inside my head

Every Day, every reality is a new reality
Every new reality is a new horizon
A brand new experience of living


I will taste my mind′s hysteria
I am tuning in and dropping out
I touch the hands of true inertia
I am the lost, I am to be found

This is a separate reality
The strangest kind of tomorrow
The face I wear, I don't belong
Howling, like the wolves inside my head

Oh Charlie Darling
What have you done

I got got a note last night from a friend of mine
He writes in his note that he′s afraid
Of what he might have to do to save his reality
As I have saved mine