Weird Beard & Black Wolf Songtext
von The Kingsbury Manx

Weird Beard lets the days slide by
With those easy-does-it campfire tunes
Across this desert hard pan dry
Comes a vixen bent on telling you

How dare you hide your face
Should put you in your place
How dare you hide your face


Black Wolf nurses broken hands
From a dust-up with a ne'er do well
Rarely turns out how he planned
But it sure felt good to ring his bell

And rearrange his face
To put him in his place
And rearrange his face

Over and done with the skies won't open up and clear your conscience
This is where I finally draw the line
With neither hide nor hair of resentment there
This is where I finally draw the line
With neither hide nor hair of resentment there
This is where I finally draw the line
With neither hide nor hair of resentment there