(Em)

     Em                                  B
The pagan rites of the wild bunch they stare at me from afar
 Am                                   Em
Pointing the finger of evidence as I rage in my car
    Am                               B
I drive around the city looking for victims to use
    Am                          Em
I drag them down with me in my world of self abuse
 Em                                       B
Silver tongued black witches who try to steel my soul as I sleep
            Am
They are thwarted by my strength of deception
             Em
That I've inherited from the meek

     C                             Em
But somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves call
     C                             Em            Am  Em  Am  Em
And somewhere north of darkness I hear her call

Em                     B
My etiquette was left dying at the door
      Am                                       Em
The prozac haze that she swam through merely crashed out on the floor
    Em                               B
Her eyes took the subway where the train of confusion caught her soul
    Am                                Em
It rode her to the edge of time and then it let her go

     C                             Em
And somewhere north of darkness I hear wolves call
     C                             Em           Am  Em  Am  Em  Am  Em
And somewhere north of darkness I hear her call